the Adventures of Mandy Love: Chapter 2: Mandy Transfers to Vixen College. Parts 1 to 4.

the Adventures of Mandy Love: Chapter 2: Mandy Transfers to Vixen College.  Parts 1 to 4.

Disclosure: The following erotic story contains descriptions of explicit fictional and nonfictional sexual content The likes of which may stimulate some and offend others so anyone not interested in reading such content or would be offended by it should stop reading and quit this page immediately. Any and all acts described in this story are either fictional or were between consenting adults of legal age to consent in all jurisdictions in which no acts described violated any applicable laws. 

This story is continued in Chapter 2, parts 5 to 8. You do not want to miss anything so please read the rest of this story  in Parts 5 to 8 after you finish this first part of the story. Kiss, kiss.

Part 1: Mandy transfers In.

Fresh from the shower an smooth all over I just finished drying my full, thick shoulder length brunette hair into my usual  soft curl style. I had already applied the gentlest ,touch of highlighting make-up to accentuate my high cheek bone, model like facial features and then lifted up my arms to fluff the gentle curls which framed my face perfectly. I just staired at myself in the full length mirror. The mirror had an exquisite silver and gold frame, and was attached to the white marble walls of my elegantly appointed master bathroom in the luxury high-rise condominium my guardian Mistress had purchased just a block from campus when I finally decided to transfer to Vixen College, the exclusive all girl University.  My guardian Mistress had spared no expense and had hired a well known interior designer to make sure that my place looked like a showroom for all things luxurious, from the fully stocked wine cellar despite my age, the designer furniture, white marble polished floors and walls, the fully remote controlled wireless lighting and sound systems, the silk sheets on the bet to the plush towels I had just used. ,  It looked more like a museum than a residence, but I was not complaining, especially since the polished marble floors and walls gave it a cool ambient temperature which was needed in this hot climate.

Looking at myself in the mirror, for a moment, I was a bit awe struck at the beautiful young woman staring back. With my arms up fluffing my hair, my full, 32D breasts with those lovely nipples, hardening in the cool air of the marble bathroom were pointed upward, perky and a little flush with excitement. I had an appointment with the College D E A, Dean of etiquette and Appearance at my new college, and wanted to be prepared for anything. .

I applied just a hint of my favorite perfume, Angel, and the scent was intoxicating to me. So many sex session memories with that scent in the air. I shook my head to return to the moment.

I started with my soft, lacey, Laperla thong gaff, first sliding it up my smooth firm, tone and well defined muscular legs and thighs, stopping when the dainty lingerie was mid-thigh. I reached down between my legs, my right hand in front and my left hand behind and through my ass cheeks and legs. I delicately pulled my soft but long T Girl clit between and through my thighs, tucking it well up between my cute perky ass cheeks, Pulling each ass cheek apart so that the clit head was nestled deep in my crack,  inserting the head into my slightly lubricated anal star,, then, with everything just in perfect position,  pulling up my jewels to the front and tucking them inside while pulling up the delicate, but strong fabric to lock things exactly where they should be. I double checked that the front of my gaff was flat and smooth, with just a hint of a vaginal cleft visible. I pulled up my Laperla thong gaff a bit more and maneuvered it into place, feeling the delightful friction between my ass cheeks as the delicate string fabric pushed its way between my clinched globes, making sure that just the right amount of skin in front was showing, the faux vaginal cleft was visible through the thin, but durable fabric. I fingered the vaginal cleft and my mind wandered to all those times my Mistress guardian would touch me in this way under my skirt to start a sex session. Lovely, I thought.

I made sure that the tea bag portion between my legs captured my entire clit width, cradling it between my ass cheeks, making sure that the head did not slip out of my anal star. I made sure that the thong gaff was in a tight, secure position. I always needed to do this tuck quickly before my thoughts turned to anything erotic as it is so damn hard to tuck when my clit is even a little aroused. 

Satisfied that my gaff was in place, I , again, looked at the full length mirror and there was no way to tell that I was anything but a striking, young woman with a tiny waist, svelte body and model like features.  Standing in a gorgeous thong panty, shoulders back, my right hand on my hip in a “yeah, so what are you looking at?” pose.

I  then picked up my matching Laperla bra and put it on, working my breasts into the cradle of the fabric to create just the right amount of cleavage. I repositioned my nipples so that they were just covered by the low cut bra and made sure the delicate shoulder straps were smooth and not twisted.

I bent over to pick up a new pair of thigh high stockings  resting on the makeup seat in front of the marble make up station in the large master bath, an caught a glimpse of myself in the full length mirror. It made me smile and it was then that I was happy that my T Girl clit was firmly tucked away as the sight of me bending over to pick my stockings from the low makeup seat in my all white marble, luxurious bathroom was turning me on. 

Slowly, I pulled up the silky smooth fabric of the pure silk stockings with the rubber friction pad at the top to keep them in place. Then I worked them up and down so that they were perfectly aligned and high up on my thighs, further accentuating my tone, tan  legs and the sexy thigh gap space just below my thong gaff. The regulation color thigh high stockings would be just covered by my skirt for I had the custom garments measured to the millimeter.

I reached into a jewelry drawer and pulled out my satin collar with the stylized script word “VIXEN” on it and snapped it into place around my slender neck. I always love putting this on as it is so soft I barely notice it, but always has the intended first impression effect whenever I unbutton my blouse and reveal my collar. A girl just never knows what adventures may lie ahead, and after all, I was going to Vixen College now anyway.

Next was the red tartan skirt made of pure silky fabric. It was essentially a nearly skin tight mini skirt which showed off MY best asset, MY tone, tan, firm,  muscularly dimpled ass.

I took MY white, pure silk blouse and put it on, buttoning it up from the bottom, making sure that the invisible button cover strip seamlessly hid the buttons.  Once fastened, the blouse look like it was a skin tight tube top through the mid-section and up over the breasts with its perfect measurements. As I finished up the buttoning, hid my Vixen collar under the high neck of the blouse,  and smoothed the button cover flap, I watched in the mirror as the form fitting blouse hugged MY tiny waist and cupped MY beautiful breasts just so. I had given the seamstress perfect measurements and the result was a button up blouse which looked like a skin tight top, but with no button pulling distortions When I was finished buttoning the blouse all the way up to my neck. When I looked back into the mirror, The inanimate silk slightly stretchy garment was transformed into a sexy, sophisticated form fitting body suit which highlighted my breasts, in a tasteful, but solacious way.

I threaded the cuff links into the matching holes in the sleaves of the regulation long sleeve blouse and smiled as I put them on. They were a gift of my Mistress guardian and were from her old sorority, Beta Delta Gamma, a sorority I would attempt to pledge next year. 

I slipped on my highly polished regulation black MaryJane’s which were augmented with just enough heel to accentuate my long legs.  I raised up onto my toes to imagine wearing 5 inch stilettos, and dropped back down with a mini frown, knowing that I could never pull that off with the D E A and the rules concerning heel height. 

  Tying on the matching red tartan neck tie was the last part of my new all girls college uniform. I smiled, a soft, sly smile, as I adjusted the silk tie, remembering my conversation with Miss Sasha Swift, the beautiful ebony Dean of Etiquette and Appearance.

I had done my research well and my custom made, sexy, sophisticated stretchy silk fabric university uniform complied with every single requirement of the dress code of the college, including skirt hem line, color of fabrics, length of sleaves, neck line of the blouse, height of the stockings, shoe heel height, button size and color, and all the rest. But what the dress code did not cover was the nature of the fabric to be used and its fit on the person wearing it. I exploited every possible option to source my fabrics in stretchy pure silk and hire a seamstress to make sure that every beautiful feature of my svelte body was accentuated by the overall look of the custom designed, one of a kind, uniform. The end result was a set of garments to which the Dean could not technically object, but gave me a stunning cover girl look. I glimpsed sideways at my perfect posture and struck a sexy school uniform girl pose, slapping my pert ass cheek with a loud snap, letting my hand linger on my ass with a sly smile on my lips, one that would have landed me on the cover of Playboy Magazine, enticing readers to open up the magazine to see what treasures this teenage hottie might divulge in the centerfold section.

Sipping some tea, I mentally prepared for my meeting with Miss Sasha Swift in 30 minutes . So many expectations and what about Sasha’s reputation for being a hard ass.  I smiled at the thought of feeling her ass and determining for myself, just how hard it was.

I had made the appointment with Miss Sasha Swift at her suite of office rooms so that I could display my custom made college uniform as all custom creations had to be personally approved by Miss Sasha.

After confirming the appointment with Miss Sasha’s administrative assistant, I hung up the call, grabbed some cash and almost ran to the waiting Lyft car. I felt amazing just to move in the skin tight outfit which was designed not only to look good, but move with me like a high performance athletic uniform.

I dismissed the ogling eyes of the male Lyft driver on the short ride. To tease him, I let my skirt ride up my thighs as I entered the black Mercedes, showing off my panties as I sat down. He was hard in just a matter of seconds. Another time, maybe, I would have eased his tension with a blow job to ruin him for life, wrapping my luscious red lips around what seemed like a large cock tenting his baggy pants, but not today.

After being let off, I found the D E A office building on campus pretty quickly as I had walked by it before.  While walking into the building lobby, I looked around and noticed women were looking at me, and the look was a combination of outrage and lust. It was exhilarating for me, the new vixen on campus.

I was ushered into Miss Sasha’s office by her assistant who had that, special,  lust, yes definitely lust look,  on her face as she led me to one of the doors in the suite of rooms, and opened the door to the main office room.  I could not help but notice that her assistant lingered her hand in mine longer than usual for a friendly hand shake. Was that a sly smile I saw on her lips, or my imagination. 

As I crossed into the spacious, plush office portion of the suite of rooms, I was awestruck at its opulence. There appeared to be several rooms adjoining the office and it looked like the suite of rooms took a quarter of the whole floor. One of the doors to a room was ajar and I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a luxurious full four poster bed with silk Duve and matching plush pillows expertly made on the bed.  I just smiled, a devious smile, at what must go on in there from time to time.

As I approached Miss Sasha Swift’s desk, I asked her, “Sasha?”

“She looked me up and down. “Yeah. And that is Mistress Sasha Swift to you young lady, or just Mistress.” 

I was not surprised at her attitude, but it was a bit refreshing as most just gave me anything, everything I wanted, falling over themselves as they took in my beauty.

“What? Thought I would be some old, fat lady?”

“um, uh, well, yes, I mean no. I thought you would be a bit older but my, my, you are stunningly beautiful, I must say. That is, Mistress, you are so gorgeous.”  I instantly liked this hard ass bitch of a D E A.

Softening just a little, “Actually yes, you would be surprised at my age, but we are not here to talk about me. This is all about you, young lady, you in that custom fit and fabric uniform. So that you know how open minded I am about all this appearance and etiquette business, let’s set the tone. It is almost 5 O’clock, things are shutting down around campus, and I could use a drink. Want one?”

Taken a bit by surprise, “I, well, um, yes, sure. I could use a drink myself. That is, sure Mistress, I would love a drink.” I found using the title Mistress easy, so easy.

“What’s your poison. Mandy is it, or do you go by another name?”

“Mandy is fine Mistress, thank you for asking.” 

Sasha moved over to a wet bar in the opulent office and made her and me two Vodka Tonics. My eyes followed her as Sasha walked over to the wet bar in what seemed to be 4 inch, at least, heels and an edgy, conservative, but definitely edgy business outfit. A tight fitting pin striped ass hugging skirt to just above her knees, a silk blouse which was stylish, not quite as form fitting as mine, , but nonetheless very complementary of her youthful looking figure.  I focused on her and realized that I had not noticed how attractive she was when I had met her for the first time last week. It was a college orientation session for transferring students. Sasha probably stood 5 feet 1 inch, not counting her 4 inch heels, and was very petite, but quite  athletic looking, with soft facial features and a very youthful and radiant countenance. What I focused on as she bent over to make the drinks were her magnificent breasts. Easily 30DD and prominently displayed, jutting out and mesmerizing me. Sasha’s tits were perfect mounds seemingly defying gravity as they pushed out and up from her svelte torso. I was being hypnotized by them as Sasha bent over to stir the cocktails. I had to tare my eyes away for fear that Sasha would notice my obvious stare.

Too late.

 â€œHey there Mandy., it will take a few more drinks to get to those.”

Sasha smiled, a sly smile, but quickly got back to business. I was blushing. Not sure why, but her dual meaning statement caught me by surprise and it showed on my beautiful teen face. Had she meant what I thought she had meant? 

“So tell me. Who did the work on your uniform? It is the most original, most elegantly sexy version of our college uniform I have ever seen. I bet you measured it precisely, making sure that it complied with every single one of our many dress code requirements. Yah, you seem like a very sharp one but all the local seamstresses know me and know my rules. You must have gone out of state.” At this, she Tooke a long pull on her Vodka Tonic and drained have of it in one go. “Quite fetching, and while I initially was going to bust your ass, I must say, I was taken by your ingenuity and precision.”

“Well, my guardian knows Lexi, the head designer at Laperla Lingerie in Paris an Lexi took an interest in my situation. You might say that she saw the market potential for a classic, sophisticated, but sexy school girl look and with my guardian’s unlimited budget, spared no expense at designing and making a set  of clothes which, as she told me, would highlight my better features. What do you think?” I twirled in place, ending up in a sideways posture to Sasha, twisting my waist around to point my breasts at Sasha while making sure that my tight, firm, cute ass was still on full display.

I ended the pose by locking eyes with Sasha, one hand on my hip and the other slowly raising the glass to my red, full lips to toast to the D E A with a drink that was easily 50 percent alcohol. The mouthful of the high octane cocktail almost took my breath away, as did Sasha’s next statement.

“Well, I told you it would take a few drinks to get me in the mood to review your custom uniform properly. Do you want another drink?” I had not noticed that Sasha had drained her first drink as she took in the sight of me in the sexy twisted pose.

“Uh, well, sure. Let me finish this one first.” I took a heavier pull on my strong cocktail, paused, wondering where this was all going.

“Do you have plans later tonight? Just want to know how long I have to review your garments.” It was a wicked, sly smile on Sasha’s lips now as she peered over her new cocktail, sipping a bit slower now.

“Um, well, I guess I only have study plans this evening, so no,, I mean yes, I should be able to stay as long as you need to review my uniform Mistress.”

More silence, more lustful gazes from Sasha, and more drinking.  Sasha seemed to pick up on how easily I used the reverent expression ‘Mistress’ when referring to her and it seemed to turn Sasha on.

Finally breaking the silence, “You know I will need to measure your blouse and skirt to make sure that they comply with all of our requirements. Lexi may be a world class fashion designer, but I have my own personal standards and it will require a ruler. Would you like to use my office suite bedroom to remove your skirt and blouse so I can measure them, or should I get the ruler right now?” 

I wonder what lust filled ideas Sasha might have in her pretty little head about what she would do with the ruler on me, but decided not to push things.

“Whatever you wish Mistress. Just the skirt and blouse? Nothing more?”

“Those should do for starters.” She said while walking over to her main door to bolt lock it.

I knew I had Sasha at this moment.  She bolted the door for privacy and that could mean only one thing. They both drank in silence for a moment until sash’s second drink was drained and I took my second cocktail from Sasha’s delicate fingers. Our fingers lingering on each other just a bit longer than needed to pass the glass between us. .

I looked over my shoulder as I walked into the plush boudoir to remove my skirt and blouse for inspection, a sly smile on my pouty lips.

I noticed that Sasha was heading over to the marble wet bar, no doubt to make herself a third cocktail. Where was this leading?

It took only seconds to wiggle out of my skirt and unbutton and take off my blouse. Then Walking as silently as possible, I sneaked up on Sasha who was still standing at the wet bar, her back to me. â€œNeed some help with the drinks?”

I offered as I made an audible click with my Maryjane heels right behind Sasha.

I had emerged from Sasha’s boudoir in my devilishly sexy, very elegant matching Laperla thong panties and bra, white thigh high stockings, MaryJane’s, long, dangly earrings ,a black thick velvet collar with the word “Vixen” in crystal script lettering which had been hidden under the collar of my blouse, and nothing else. My deep cleavage was on full display as I pushed out an dup my tits for her viewing pleasure and discomfort.

This move surprised Sasha at the wet bar. Sasha’s back was to me and apparently, Sasha had no idea how quickly I could strip down to my bare essentials. I made a point to stand so close to Sasha that I could feel Sasha’s body heat through her blouse, clearly well inside her personal comfort zone. Sasha almost jumped as she turned around, just inches from me. With two drinks in her hands. Sasha nearly fell over but for my arms snaking around her tiny waist. I pulled her into my luscious nearly naked body to hold her up. Sasha just stared up at me with wonderous eyes as I pulled her pelvis to mine to keep Sasha stable. I was over a half a foot taller than Sasha , even with Sasha in her 4 inch heels, and she was so petite, Sasha’s face was just about at the level of my exposed cleavage and Sasha instinctively snuggled into my soft, perky breasts , wrapping her drink ladened arms around my bare tiny waist for more support.

Sasha looked up expectantly, seemingly not realizing that she was supposed to be my superior, my Mistress.

“Oh. My yes, thank you. I did not realize you had returned.” Sasha was blushing brightly in what could only be interpreted as an intimate embrace between lovers. A young basically naked super model like teen girl in Sasha’s arms, her face pressed into my full, voluptuous breasts. Sasha’s breathing was ragged.

“Vixen, I like it.” Sasha almost whispered

Composing herself and trying to take back command of the situation, Sasha touched one of the ice cold glasses to my bare lower back, some of the condensation from the glass dribbling down my spine and into the crack of my high tight ass perfectly framed in the Laperla thong panties. I just ever so slightly spread my legs to spread my ass cheeks. A jolt of electricity hit me as the super cool liquid made contact with my sensitive skin, goose bumps forming on my lower back and sides.

“Thought you might want another drink.” Was all Sasha could offer with a sheepish smile on her face.

I reached around behind me, gripped one of the cold glasses, brought it around to my lips and took a sip. The condensation of this glass also dripped off the glass and this time, it hit me right between my breasts, at the top of my cleavage, and then slowly dribbled down  to between my full, perky breasts. Sasha’s eyes were locked on the trail of liquid leading down to my gorgeous tits and for a second, Sasha just stared, mouth slightly open, licking her lips.  

Sasha melted. There really was nothing she could do after I caught her staring at my beautiful breasts. Sasha finally looked up at me , knew she was defeated and lowered her gaze once again to my full, round perky tits barely being contained in my designer lacey bra.  

“you said something about an inspection?”

Sasha leaned in, said nothing in response, focused on the treasures right in front of her flushed face, extended her long, wet tongue and she lapped up the dribbling moisture, burying her face into my cleavage, sticking her tongue deep in between my breasts and using her other hand to pull me in tight, pushing a leg in between my long, tone and tan legs to force me to spread my thighs further for her . It took her several long, luscious  licks with her extraordinarily long tongue to lap up the drops of moisture on and in between my breasts. Sasha knew that I knew, and it was glorious.  What she could do with that long tongue, I mused for a few seconds, enjoying the sensation of her tongue on my soft, smooth skin.

Sasha finally relaxed a bit, the drinks now taking effect, and looked back up at me, yearning, wanting, but not knowing how far she could, should,  go with me, a new Freshman transfer student, on this, our first intimate encounter.  So many rules were being broken, have already been broken. Sasha was lost in lust and was struggling for control.

“Sorry. I don’t know where my mind went.” Sasha finally said, averting her eyes an straightening up, pushing her glorious tits up and out at me, trying to regain some self control

“Well, I figured you needed me over here so I came on over. Thanks for the cocktail. Turns out I needed you, nodding with my head to between my breasts. Good thing I took off my expensive blouse so that the condensation from the glass did not drip on it. Thanks for cleaning me up. You have a talented tongue!”

Sasha was blushing brightly now, trying to pull herself together, realizing the intent of my statement.

I said nothing further, letting Sasha stew in her own juices for a moment.

Sasha looked back at me with a smile, clearly nervous. She twisted away from me and returned to making her next cocktail. As she was pouring the vodka into her carved martini glass, I thought I would make her feel a bit more uncomfortable, to push her to her limit Ans see what would happened. I knew I had Sasha now in a difficult spot, as there was no way to explain how a young, beautiful 18 year-old teenager who was basically nude, could be in her private suite of offices, cocktail in hand.

“So are you just into women, or into guys too?” I Whispered in a low, sultry voice while I sipped on my second drink.

Sasha stopped pouring. She didn’t respond right away, finishing the preparation of her drink, finally turning toward me, staired me right in my beautiful eyes and took a pull on her third cocktail.

“I like women, some men.”

“Interesting.” I took another small sip from my glass. I needed to keep a clear head and that 50% alcohol first drink was buzzing me hard.

“I’m not usually attracted to girls, but you are the exception.” Sasha finally said, a bit sheepishly as she half glanced at me to gage my reaction.

I backed off just a little and leaned back against Sasha’s mahogany desk, my firm, ass cheeks right on the edge, beautiful, long, tone, tan legs crossed to let Sasha know that I was going to make her work for it.

 The Exception? â€œWhat do you mean?” I finally said with a sly smile.

“Shut up. You know your hot.”

“I am?”

“Shut up.” Sasha smiled and looked in her drink. She was moving back and forth on her legs, balancing on her high heels.

“So what do you like about being with women?”

“Well I love a woman’s body. Men are really harry, and the softness of a woman is amazing. The softness of a man is gross. You, for example, I can see have impeccable grooming habits. I bet I could not find a hair below your eyebrows anywhere” 

I laughed. I knew exactly what Sasha was talking about. I didn’t know what to say. “Well I know what you mean about the beauty of a woman’s body. And as for hair, would you like to inspect me to prove your theory?” At this, I spun around, put down my drink, put my hands on the desk spread my legs ,back and assumed the frisk position, making small circling movements with my ass in a “come feel me” body gesture, looking back over my shoulder for her reaction.

Sasha almost spit up her drink when she watched me assume the position, and then composed herself.

“plenty of time for that later, you, you Vixen.”

I spun back around and picked up my drink.

“Is that all you want to know about me and my tastes, whether I like girls or boys?” Sasha smiled. It was almost a dare.

“No. So what do you think about my body? I pushed off the desk, put my drink down, and assumed a glamour pose, hands up in my full, luscious hair, fluffing it up an pouting my lips in a teasing gesture, tits up and nipples now hard, poking through the flimsy fabric of my designer bra.

“Honestly?”

“Sure. Be brutal”

Sasha looked away, and then back at me, “You are a Goddess. One of those rare diamonds amongst the many rocks out there. Your body per portions are perfect, or as perfect as a human girl could be. Your tits are eye magnets, full, perky, and so, oh so soft. Your ass is world class and those legs go for days. But….”

“But?‘

“Well, a nice cock is good now and again, and some guys are just sexy as hell. Just physical sex. You know, sometimes a girl just wants to be fucked by a large, hard dick ”

Musing, “What would really turn me on is a hot girl with a big clit.!” After realizing what she had just said, she blushed profusely and turned away from me , taking a long pull on her drink.

“You love doing this to a woman don’t you?” Sasha whispered back with a defeated  tone in her voice.

“Do what?”

“Teasing your toys, your conquests, me. Getting them to tell you all their secrets.”

“Women tease. I’m just a girl.”

“You can’t be serious. You know your hot stuff. I bet men and women throw  themselves at you, you, you, an 18 year old girl  going on 28!”

“Never had that experience.” I was slyly smiling like a kitten who knew she was doing something bad.

“Shut up.” The flushed woman an I were smiling at each other now. Sasha was like a girl friend and Mistress status or not, middle aged or older, she was turning me on.

“So you want me to take my bra off and see if you throw yourself at me?”

Sasha smiled and made another drink for herself. Then she pour two shots and took both. She was in need of some liquid courage and knowing what I knew about drinking hard liquor, Sasha was heading for a cliff, especially given her petite body. She probably only weighed 105 pounds.

“Do you need to get drunk?”

“Naw, just want to get drunk. Do you want me to get drunk?”

“What, so I can take advantage of you?”

Sasha smiled, a wicked smile. “Sure.”

“Well I don’t think I want to wait till your drunk. That might take a while.” I shot a wicked smiled back at her and finished my drink. I set the glass down and walked to Sasha in my sexiest walk, placing the front of my body right against Sasha’s front, my soft, smooth right knee forcing Sasha’s legs as far apart as they could go in her tight pencil skirt. My nipples were hard and erect, announcing my state of arousal without any words.  I leaned down to the petite, elegant woman, locked eyes, put a finger under Sasha’s chin to angle up her beautiful face, and brought my lips to Sasha’s. I kissed her.  Sasha responded tentatively at first, an then with a lustful hunger that only comes with a long period between sex sessions. Sasha’s arms wrapped around my slender neck and began a delicious French kiss the likes of which generated goose bumps on my arms and lower back. Sasha lowered her hands and reached down to find the source of her lust, my full, firm, perky tits. They were so soft but firm. Sasha pulled down the lacey top edge of the bra cup to expose my nipples and started to massage them softly with her fingertips, simultaneously working each nipple with the index finger of each hand.

As for me, I , too, was beginning to feel the heat of the moment and while tongue dancing with Sasha, turned my attention to Sasha’s tits. They were so  disproportionate to her body, it was exciting for me to feel them, cup them in my hands, and work the buttons to open Sasha’s blouse.

“You like it when I touch you like this?”

I moaned in response and pushed my tits out a bit further to allow Sasha to continue her delicate exploration of my sensitive nipples which were hard as diamonds.

When I finally unbuttoned Sasha’s blouse to her tiny waist, I pulled down the top edge of her lacey bra to expose her nipples as well, never pausing my passionate deep French kiss of the petite beauty. .

Once I found Sasha’s hard and erect nipples with my delicate fingers, Sasha moaned into my mouth.

“yes, please yes.”

Sasha then moved her hands from around my neck, traced random patterns down my back, along my sides, over my hips and settling them on my firm ass, she pulled me in close. She wanted a full body kiss and I gave it to her. I lifted up my right leg and wrapped it around her, locking us into an intertwined mass of arms an legs, Sasha’s bare nipples hitting me below my breasts, and my hard nipples pushed to either side of Sasha’s face which was angled up for the deep kiss.

Sasha then fumbled with my thong gaff, the only piece of real clothing I was wearing now that she had pulled down my bra cups . I put my hands on Sasha’s, stopped our kiss and pulled back just far enough to look her in the eyes.  I unwrapped my leg from around Sasha’s waist, and pulled her even closer to whisper into her ear.

“You ready for your most erotic fantasy to come true baby?” 

Sasha was in a lust filled fog and did not fathom the meaning of my comment, so I just encouraged her hands to pull down my thong gaff panties. I then returned my attention and my fingers to softly pinching Sasha’s long, erect nipples. I made gentle  circling movements of my fingertips on and around Sasha’s nipples which, when fully hard, were over 1.5cm long.  I could not wait until I could get them into my mouth and I had to swallow all the saliva I was generating at the thought.

Sasha gleefully continued with the task of pushing my thong gaff down my long legs. She reached the lower parts of my legs by using the toe of her high heel shoe to pull it all the way down to my highly polished Maryjane’s. I kicked it away.

When my panties were all the way off, I pulled my hips back a bit from our embrace, opened my stance and allowed my T Girl clit to swing free and rapidly engorge. In just a matter of seconds it was erect and poking Sasha in the stomach. 

Sasha’s reaction was precious.

“Someone’s awake.” She kind of pushed me away and was looking down at my engorging and hardening  T Girl clit.

“So your ready to throw yourself at me?” I whispered in Sasha’s ear as she stared at my now rapidly hardening clit which, when really aroused will reach 10 inches in length.

She laughed. “I got to have more than a good kiss and a large clit pushing me in the stomach. That is par for the course.”

What arrogance, I thought,  but it really turned me on to feel the ebb and flow of power between us, each trying to explore the other, to find weaknesses, to find the buttons to press.

My smile turned to a serious grin. I reached down and took Sasha’s blouse in her hands and pulled it up over her head, reached around and unzipped her skirt, pulled it down past her high heels,  hooked my fingers into Sasha’s pretty panties to pull them down past her high heels as well, and then reached up behind Sasha’s back to unclip her bra to let it fall to the floor. I then stood back up and reached around my own back and unclipped my own bra to allow it to join the pile of designer garments at our feet . I moved forward to allow my breasts to frame Sasha’s elegant face, and then angled forward and down  while cupping Sasha’s breasts to pull them up so that our nipples were lined up. As I then pulled Sasha’s naked body into mine, our nipples touched.

I knew the reaction my actions would get, because dear god, if I were her, I would be in heaven. When our breasts touched, Sasha let out an audible gasp as she was a kid in a candy store, mouth agape, and tongue licking her lips.

Sasha just reached up to cup my breasts, making sure that our nipple to nipple contact was maintained as she continued kissing me.

Then, she pulled back, put her hands on my tiny waist, push me away and allowed our breasts to part. She stared at my stomach. My abs were very well developed, hard with all the rippling muscles showing just under my skin with no fat whatsoever. My firm, high upturned breasts contrasted with my stomach, with their pillowy softness, and then there was my clit, which, when fully engorged and pulled up, came all the way up to my lower breasts.  

Sasha softly wrapped her delicate fingers around my clit head and started gently stroking it, just the head. When I pushed my hips forward, my clit head almost came up to her chin. she looked down at it, mouth slightly agape. . Sasha switched her gaze from my clit, to my stomach and breasts. It was obvious that I was her first T Girl and I wanted her to explore, to feast on my vision, to realize that her ultimate fantasy was about to come true.

“Damn. You are beyond sexy. Are you for real?”

I grabbed Sasha’s face and kissed her, reaching around to grip a fistful of her thick, black hair which she had straightened and proved to be the perfect leverage for me to pull Sasha’s face back and up, better to accept my tongue in a deep French kiss and better to assert my domininatrix persona in the moment. . It was luxurious. This petite mature woman was a tigress to be tamed, and her hard ebony body was really turning me on.  As for Sasha, my body was getting her hot and bothered, with her breathing becoming shallow and rapid. My thigh between her legs could feel her wetness, and I gently, but firmly jammed my knee into her cunt a couple of times to assert my dominance over her.  

“real enough for you!”

Holding her hair in one hand, I reached down with my other and grabbed her firm ass cheeks to pull her into me, trapping my clit between us. Sasha was now in only her heels and thigh high stockings, and Thigh highs get me going every time.

She didn’t resist at all, just snuggled her pelvis into my clit, threading my clit between her tits, and molding our bodies together. Sasha raised one of her legs as I kissed her  eager mouth, as if she was going to wrap her leg around me.

Sasha attacked my lips with soft kisses, hard sucks, and even light nibbles when I angled my face towards her in our passionate embrace, only stopping occasionally when I would tug hard  and back on her black hair to force her mouth open and face up.

“Extend that long, luxurious tongue baby.”

She did and I gave it a mini blow job with my lips wrapping around it, sucking hard and allowing it to slide into and out of my mouth.  She parted her legs further and my knee started rubbing her clit which was getting the friction she needed from my stockings.

I moved my hand from her ass to her side, feeling her cold skin on the palm of my hand. Again I moved my hand up to her breast, never letting go of her thick, black hair, and never letting up on the firm pressure I had on her head, keeping her in full submissive mode.

Her breast moved with my touch, and I could feel her hard nipples. No matter what her age, her tits were those of a 25 year old who kept in great shape . 

“Like what you see?” she gasped out, not being able to close her mouth with my firm tug on her hair.

I finally let up the pressure on her hair and allowed her to resume her passionate kissing without constraint.

I didn’t say anything. I pulled her back to me and kissed her deep. Our tongues danced, and I felt her breasts pressed against mine. I leaned back and looked at her breasts. I could see she was breathing quickly. I crouched down and took one of her nipples in my mouth. When I did, her head went back and she moaned. I swirled it around in my mouth, sucking, and then moving to her other nipple. I grabbed the other in my hand, and felt myself getting harder. Her breasts were massive for her size, easily bigger than my hands, spilling over my left hand as it squeezed. They were amazing to feel, soft, and smooth, and the feeling of her long nipples  in my mouth was driving me nuts.

I pulled off her and looked at my saliva on her nipples. She brought her head back and kissed me. Then without any suggestion, she started to go to her knees. I knew what she was doing, had done it plenty of times myself, but was totally unprepared for her to do it. I stepped back. On her knees she looked up at me.

“Are you ok?”

“I’m sorry. Wasn’t ready for you to get to your knees.”

“Is there a problem?” I could tell that her voice revealed a break in the moment and now she was not comfortable being where she was.

“No. I’m just really large. Some don’t like a clit like mine.”

Her expression changed. She grabbed my tiny waist and pulled me to her.

My clit was hard and easily the largest clit or cock she had seen in a while, if ever. . She just stared at my clit which was inches from her lovely mouth. She didn’t move and her arms went to her own breasts, cupped them an then pinched her nipples hard. â€œ One of my triggers is to have my nipples pinched or clipped when giving head. It really turns me on and gets my throat lubrication flowing as I love to deep throat. I wondered if she had a similar trigger.

She looked up at me, said nothing, and smiled, then opened her mouth. At first she just put the head in her mouth, and gently cupped her lips around it as she pinched her nipples hard, flicking the head of my clit with her tongue. Then she started to move on my clit , taking a little bit at a time. The feeling was amazing. All sensation went to my clit. Just looking down on her was enough to get me more turned on. As she moved slowly forward and back on my clit , I watched her tits sway, and I began to fully appreciate my obsession with breasts.

Sasha walked back on her knees a bit so that the angle of my clit to her mouth was more appropriate to allow her to take more of me in her mouth and throat.  Yeah, she had done this before with a large cock as only an experienced cock sucker knows the perfect angle to take a cock deep.

I was now fully hard. She pulled it out of her mouth and stared at it.

“This is a fucking monster. I’ve never seen a clit or cock this big. Never. Not on any guy..”

“Stick it back in your mouth, bitch.”

She obeyed. She wrapped both her hands around my clit, one next to the other and moved her mouth down to meet her hand. I knew there was no way possible that she could take it all in her mouth, but she went to town on the clit that she could get to. She eventually pulled it out of her mouth, out of breath and still staring at my clit.

“Deeper, bitch!”

She looked up at me with puppy dog eyes, and moved forward. She wrapped her lips over her teeth, and pushed forward until my clit head was at her throat, and then pushed more. She wiggled her head angle a bit and then lifted her head so that my clit head could enter her throat. Once she had the angle, she grabbed my ass and pulled herself onto me, getting almost 8 inches of my massive clit down her wet throat. I could see her eyes start to water and feel the thick throat saliva lubricating things. I reached down, took a fist full of her hair and pulled her towards me until I could feel her nose on my stomach, her chin on my jewels.

“Good girl, very good girl. You took it all. Now work it!”

I released my grip and she slowly pulled back.

“Was that deep enough for you, you, what should I call you now?”

“Mistress Mandy. You will call me Mistress Mandy from now on. Do you understand?”

She just stared at my wet clit, slippery with her thick throat saliva and nodded. At that, she put my clit back in her mouth, and again, pushed forward, this time not needing me to engage as she just pulled my ass to force my clit all the way down her throat. It was luxurious, that moment of triumph, that turning point in the relationship between a domininatrix and her female submissive. I would remember this exact moment for a very long time.

Finally, she slurped up her thick throat saliva, wipe her tearing eyes, and looked up at me, allowing my clit head to rest on her tongue. .

“Should we go to that luxurious boudoir I saw a while ago over there?”

She didn’t say anything. She stood up and took my hand and lead, more like pulled, me into her boudoir and closed the door.

Once there she sat down on the bed, looked at my clit and without breaking her gaze scooted back on the bed. I stood on the edge and told her to put her hair into a high, tight ponytail. It had been loosely falling around her bare shoulders and I wanted some leverage to manipulate her head. The handful I gripped earlier was not enough for me. I love thick, luxurious hair. She complied, an the sight of her with her hands up in her hair, breasts perky and nipples hard was like a drug. I crawled up the bed and put my face on her bald, hairless smooth pussy lips. I sucked on her pussy lips and felt her body completely give way. Once I tasted her,  I had to have more. Once exposed, I put my mouth on her pussy and she moaned loudly and tensed her arms against the bed, lifted her legs and wrapped them around my head. I inserted my tongue into her slit and moved it up and down, taking her wetness into my mouth, then I moved up and took her clit between my lips and lightly sucked. I delicately slid a finger into her surprisingly tight cunt and found her G Spot quickly, like we had been lovers forever.  She moved her legs apart to give me more access and I took that as an invitation to get her off to start things off.

I slid my hands under her ass and with ease, lifted her pussy to my eager lips. I cleaned her opening and then without delay moved to her clit and concentrated on flicking it back and forth with my tongue. The taste was amazing, and before long, she was oozing love juice, shaking and getting close. She started bucking her hips and her hands came forcibly to the top of my head. She started to cum and then her back arched in a full body spasm. She grunted loudly. I held my head against her and flicked at her clit with my vibrator like tongue. She bucked and grunted again. Finally she slammed her legs together and rolled onto her side.

She was still panting when she said, “God, I haven’t been eaten like that in a while, and never by a teenager.”

I climbed up the bed and crouched in front of her while she was on her side. I was  hard and crawling around with a python hanging from between my legs was at times, challenging. 

When she saw me, she rolled over on her back and looked at with both fear and desire. I pulled her legs apart and then pulled her to me. I put the head of my clit against her clit and patted the head against her. With each touch she flinched. I knew what she was feeling. I put my clit on her opening and I felt her hold her breath. I realized that in just seconds, I was somehow, more rock hard than I had been for a while, and all 10 inches were eager to play in the wet playground of her pussy.

I didn’t wait for an invite. I wanted to feel what it was like to be inside such a petite woman that I just pushed myself into her. She screamed. I stopped.

“Go slow, please.”

“The next time you fail to address me as Mistress Mandy, I will whip your ass raw!”

“Oh, my, yes, uhm, yes, sorry, sorry, Mistress, Mistress Mandy. I will be a good girl for you, Mistress”

“I will do with you as I please, and it pleases me to bottom out in your tight, wet, pussy, so prepare.”

I pulled out a bit and then moved a little more. I worked slowly, each time I pushed in her entire body moved back. Eventually her pussy loosened a little and I could get more of me inside her. We moved back and forth, and eventually, her pain subsided as she started to move with me. Her moans grew louder, and eventually I got my clit all the way inside her, her eyes closed, lips open as she panted like a puppy. I took the opportunity to lift her head to my right nipple and inserted the hard nub directly into her open mouth. She instantly locked her lips around my nipple an suckled, kissed, nibbled and sucked my nipple until it almost made me cum right there.

“Oh my god your clit is huge Mistress.”

“I’m so hard  for you baby, but I want you to let me do something to make me even harder.”

“What?” She stopped and her eyes caught mine. I pulled my clit ring from my thigh highs and wrapped it tightly around my clit and jewels. When secured properly, my clit will balloon up to even thicker proportions .

“oh, yes, I will take it Mistress, whatever you wish Mistress.” 

I had her completely in submissive mode and while it might be unusual territory for her, she was taking to it well.

I lined up my ballooning clit to her love hole, and noticed that she was already gaping. Once I was lined up, I stroked my clit to get it fully engorged with the clit ring fastened, I stroked my clit and looked at her. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked at me. She saw my size and watched as I got thicker. Her eyes wouldn’t leave my clit, mesmerized by my stroking action. With my full size now achieved, she laid back down and took a deep breath.

“I don’t think this is possible, but I will be your good girl fuck toy Mistress.”

“Just relax baby. You are so wet, and I am so gentle. I will get it into your tight pussy.”

I put it back at her opening and got half of me inside her with one thrust. I pulled out and then pushed in again. She grunted loudly. The feeling of the tightness around my clit was amazing. After several more times of pulling out and pushing in, I pushed as hard as I could and went into her pussy up to the hilt, finding her cervix and womb Areas after her cunt could take no more of me. I had lifted her legs to my shoulders to be able to push deeply inside her and she just moaned with her approval.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKK.” She screamed at the top of her lungs and her arms flew at my breasts to push me away but then her pussy erupted. She squirted a huge stream of cum up into the air. She screamed again, this time much different, so I started fucking her harder. I slammed in her and every several times she bucked and came. Over and over again her body flew around with my fucking. Eventually she pushed my shoulders back, trying to push me out of her, but I was buried, jewels deep. 

 â€œI cant take it anymore Mistress.” She was panting.

“Get on top of me.”

She resisted, but she did what I asked. I laid on my back next to her and she straddled me, letting me lick and nibble on her nipples before she moved back to line up her pussy.

She squatted down and she slowly lowered herself on me. Eventually her legs started shaking and she collapsed on my clit allowing it to penetrate her completely. Again she screamed with an orgasmic passion I had not experienced in a while, if ever. Her cum was dribbling out of her cunt and onto my firm stomach, and then between my breasts. . She sat there without moving. Eventually I grabbed her hips and started moving her forward and backward, never moving my clit out of her but just having her grind on my clit. I felt her vaginal walls try to grip and then let completely loose with her last orgasm. I knew she had more in her, but it was going to take a little work. I grabbed her hips and forced her to grind on me, whispering “good girl, you are such a good girl, now you are going to squirt for me again, and again like my good girl.”

I found the perfect rhythm to work her vaginal G Spot with my large, hard clit, while also getting her female clit to rub on my pelvis, all the while suckling and nibbling on those large, delicious nipples of hers. She started moaning again, and I decided to try out my theory on her nipple arousal. I bit hard on her right nipple while at the same time pulled her deeply onto my clit and sure enough, she squirted cum juice on my belly as she let out a silent scream. She was all screamed out and just spasmed in a sitting full body orgasm for 60 seconds as I circled my hips to work her pussy G Spot. I released her right nipples and sucked her left nipple into my mouth. I let her come down for two minutes and then started to build her up again. First, with the licking and nibbling on her nipples which seemed to be even longer now, then with my hands on her ass, guiding her hips to make circling motions on my clit so that she cork screwed me as she slid up and down, each time letting out a low moan as she bottomed out. Then, again, to test my theory, I firmly held her hips down and bit hard on her left nipple, again, another silent scream, another squirt of pussy juice and another long, full body sitting orgasm for about 90 seconds this time with me grinding all the while to keep her on the plateau.

“oh My God Mistress. You are my goddess, My love, my life.”

I was a bit shocked with her revelation, but went with it.

I finally allowed her to roll off me after releasing her left nipple and giving her a deep kiss. She collapsed onto her stomach. I knew the feeling, but I wasn’t about to let up because she was tired. I got behind her and pulled her up on her knees. I entered her from behind and she grunted. I took it easy on her at first, not putting all of my clit inside her, and eventually she began to respond with” thanks Mistress”, moaning and moving back on me as I moved into her. I, and she, knew that this position allowed for much more versatility an even I was not sure where we were going from here, but just enjoyed the sensation of long, deep strokes into her gaping pussy.

“tighten up that cunt bitch!”

“yes, Mistress.”

She was in shape and I felt a vice grip on my clit for the next several minutes as I struggled to penetrate what had been her gaping pussy, but was now a love tunnel as tight as a virgin’s.

Eventually she raised herself onto her hands, and swayed with the movement. I reached around a few times to cup her breasts, even stopping at one point to watch them move back and forth. They truly were amazing to see move. As I felt her next orgasm build, I parted her ass cheeks with my hands and pressed both of my thumbs against her asshole. When I did, she thrashed forward and came. I felt her erupt once again onto the bed, and watched her squirm on the comforter. Quickly I grabbed her up and brought her back to her knees. With one thrust I put my entire clit into her cunt and she screamed. Again she came, and tried to move away.

“what, what are you doing to me Mistress. I, I, I never, never before came so many time, so quickly, so hard. Oh, My God, you are my goddess, My Love, My Life! but”

“But?”

“Mistress, please Mistress No more. Please. My pussy can’t take it.”

I didn’t say anything, but pulled my clit out of her and rested it against the crack of her ass. Its length ran the entire crack and my heart beat made it bounce against her with the head sticking above the base of her back. She kept her ass in the air, and rested on her chest, her face turned sideways on her hands, breathing deeply, and turned to look at me.

“Holy shit Mistress you have a nice clit. Sorry my pussy just can’t take it, and we did not work out a safe word yet.”

“Not a problem. We have other options.”

She smiled at me and started to turn, I guess to blow me, but I straightened her out and grabbed her hips with my hands. She obeyed, and I put the head of my clit against her asshole.

“Oh no. I can’t take that thing back there.”

“Relax. It will be fine. I know what its like.”

She resisted, but only half heartedly. My clit was soaked by her juices, and her ass was also dripping from all her pussy squirts, and immediately as I pushed I slipped in a few inches. She grunted but allowed it. This woman was no anal virgin and based on how much I was able to get in with just a few strokes, she either had regular anal sex, or used a large, thick dildo in her ass often. It turned me on to think of her on her knees, face in a pillow, hand on a long, thick dildo, slowly working it deeper and deeper in her ass, preparing herself for me.

I paused for a few seconds, maybe a minute, but the urge to push in hard was overwhelming. After a few moments, I pulled out a bit and went in further. Again she grunted. I paused again, and rubbed her ass. The third time I withdrew almost all the way and then pushed in further. Now half my clit was in her, my hands almost entirely encircling her tiny waist, pulling her back and onto me, and I tried to pause, but the pull of her ass against my clit was to much. I slipped all the way inside her with one slight push, my body pressing tight against her ass, my tits resting on her back, my nipples making random patterns on her hot ebony flesh. Oh, yes, this chic had a long, thick dildo and she used it regularly.

“Holy fuck, fucking shit, god damn… fuck fuck fuck.”

She screamed with what would be the first of several anal only orgasms with the full size of my clit inside her.

“I, I never had an anal orgasm before, holy fuck, what are you doing to me. You gotta pull it out. That fucking massive clit of yours is splitting me apart. Oh my god. Fuck.” She was in between her pain an pleasure places, and it was my job to push her into her pleasure place, with the pain just enhancing her sensations.

“Just relax. I won’t move. Just stay there. Don’t move. Please.”

I stayed there for at least a minute, maybe two. I felt both our heart beats. Eventually it was her that started moving, not me. I also felt a change in her ass. It didn’t grip as tight and as I moved in and out of her slightly, although it was really tight, it did not squeeze as I moved. I knew it was ok to begin really fucking her firm, ebony ass a bit harder now. 

I grabbed her ass tight and pulled out. She was gaping and it was beautiful. 

Wink for me baby.”

She tried her bast to clinch her anal ring and almost got to the point where she could close her puckered star . I let a large glob of spit dribble out of my mouth and directly into her winking, gaping anal star, and then with her wiggling her ass for more, re-entered her, going about half way, then pushed into her with force. She grunted loudly but kept moving as much as she could. I pulled almost all the way out and then pushed slowly all the way back into her, testing the waters to see if she was alright. She didn’t stop me or hesitate. In fact, she spread her knees a bit more, steadied herself on her hands to offer more push back resistance. 

“yes, Mistress, I am yours, all yours.”

I now wanted to fuck. I wanted to fuck bad. I felt the animal instincts taking over and I began to fuck her hard. Her ass took what her pussy did not, I pulled her to me with force, thrust into her so hard that I felt that I was going to bruise her ass with my pelvis, but her asshole took it in stride. I was beginning to take my clit all the way out and push in with one motion, each time looking down and seeing her gapping asshole, when she turned her face to me.

“Fuck my ass. Fuck it hard you fucking temptress.”

I immediately slapped her right ass cheek hard with my right hand. “That is Mistress to you bitch.” I began ploughing her ass and slapping her ass cheeks with my right hand, and then reached up with my left hand to grab her ponytail to yank her up off her hands. All of her weight was on her hair and she whimpered as I pulled on her hair to pull her onto my clit as I bottomed out in her ass time, and time again.

“yes, Mistress. Fuck me, Use me. I am sorry I did not call you Mistress. Spank me until my ass is raw, I am yours to play with, to use, to fuck.”

Where the fuck did that come from? She was done a few minutes ago, and now she was the anal queen, submissive as all fuck, and wanting more. She began to grunt faster than my thrusts. It seemed she was going into spasms and then she started to cum again. This time it was big, and the others were big. She started squirting her cum juice all over my legs, her legs, the bed, everywhere. It would shoot up when my hips slapped her ass cheeks and she wanted more.  Her ass relaxed completely, wide open now, and I watched her with envy. I had never cum that hard in my life. She clasped her hands behind her back so that she was being supported only by my grip on her ponytail, and wiggled, thrashed, and bucked like a horse being broken. She thrashed around a few times pulling my clit partially out of her, each time being greeted with demands from her to get my “fucking clit back in her ass.” I complied each time and finally I started feeling my clit grown with pressure, and this strange feeling in my jewels, that wonderful, point of no return feeling. She was calming down now, still moving against me, every once and a while moaning loudly with another earthquake like orgasmic termer, , and suddenly I knew what was happening. All the feeling in my body centered onto my clit . Suddenly it happened. Everything seemed to surge out of me. I could almost feel my cum leave me and enterer her, and it wasn’t lost on her. She moaned a loud “fuck,” and started Cumming once again. My orgasm however didn’t cum and leave so quickly. It was prolonged. I felt it rise and leave me, more cum build and then squirt out again. The feeling was amazing, made more sensuous with the clit ring tightly squeezing me.

Her ass felt like a slippery tube, wide open and squishing with my movement. My cum was already pushing out around the base of my clit, her ass a red mess with white bubbles of cum being forced out every time I moved into her. Eventually it seemed the amount of cum I was shooting subsided, and the sensation of my clit moving was all too much to handle. I stopped, panting and out of breath. I let go of her hair and she collapsed onto the bed, with her ass still up in the air, my clit still buried deep inside her.

I finally released her waist and collapsed myself on top of her, my clit still lodged in her ass, my breasts smashed into her back. We breathed together, hers slightly more shallow as I knew my weight on her was a bit much.

I rolled onto my side and pulled her with me, unwilling to move my clit. She laid there on my arm, the other over her side, and I played with her breasts as my breath slowed and my clit shrank.

“I feel like I have a gallon of cum inside me.” She turned her head slightly, “how much did you cum?”

“God I don’t know, but it felt like a lot.”

“I’ll say, there is so much pressure in there, I’m afraid that when you pull out I’ll flood the room.”

She didn’t flood the room, but when I slipped out of her a rush of cum did begin to leak out of her. As nasty as it sounds, I lowered myself to watch it. It began with a slow trickle, and then the flood gates seemed to let loose. A steady stream of thick white cum began to follow the trail established by the leak and made its way onto the bed.

“Amazing.”

“What your cum or it leaking out of my ass?”

“Both.”

“Well I didn’t get to see your cum, but it feels like it would be amazing to see, and with that clit and your tight, young body, those tits, , holy shit, you were made for fucking.”

“Well anytime you want to, just call. I am available for you to inspect anytime, my new submissive fuck toy .”

“Leave your private mobile number before you leave Mistress, that is, if you would like to do this again.”

“Your kicking me out?”

“Well, I believe my inspection of your custom tailored university uniform is complete. As expected, you have complied with all my requirements, but I might need to have you return for further inspections if I get any comments from the faculty. You OK with that?”

I just smiled and thought, this is going to be a great Freshman year.

Part 2: Mandy’s Troubles and Her Desires.

Despite my looks, quick wit and effervescent charm, not all was well with me .

Recently transferred as a mid-term freshman to my new college within the university, I was finding it challenging to make new friends in the all girl college, other than the Dean of Appearance and Etiquette who had begun scheduling regular inspection sessions of my body and skin tight uniform.

I did enjoy my time with Sasha, but she was devolving into a submissive slut for me, and I was heading in another direction with my sexual journey. Sasha would ask me to assert more and more dominance over her during our sex sessions. 

I knew that things would need to evolve past her when she presented me with a full body leather dominatrix outfit to wear during our sessions, along with a full assortment of whips, nipples clips, anal toys, hand cuffs, and more.  She would beg me to start out with an inspection of her tight, firm body with those amazing breasts. I would agree that she had done something wrong and she would assume her position on the bed, head down, ass up, legs spread and beg me to  whip her  to warm her up. . She especially enjoyed it when I would tie her up with her standing between the foot posts of her beautiful bed, hands tied high up on the posts, ankles tied low on the posts, all 10 inches of my clit making their way into her fantastic anal star, her back arched, her hair in a ponytail, begging me to pull hard on her thick, black ebony hair which I would demand she keep in a tight, high ponytail all the time now for me. I would clip her long nipples with the silvery clips connected with a chain I would put into her mouth to hold with her teeth as I worked her into mind blowing orgasm after orgasm.  I would marvel as the chain in her mouth would pull up her nipples each time I would pull her hair back, getting her to beg me to pull her hair harder, increasing the tension on her nipples. What really got her off was the whip. I used a small leather multi-strap whip, and would flog her nipples until they were nicely red and marked all over, her purring gall the while with moans of pleasure and whispers to whip her harder, ever harder. 

After working her breasts, I would then focus on her pussy clit and cunt. This would build her up into a series of rolling orgasm, after rolling orgasm, after rolling orgasm. The combination of Anal G Spot stimulation with my large clit in her ass, and the pain/pleasure of having her tits, nipples, and even pussy whipped with the short leather cat-o-9-tail with her head pulled back, often would get her to cum 15 to 20 times in a row, and she would end up always using her safe word to spin out, but all that was getting old, to her dismay.

My main issue was that it seemed like I was in between the straight girls my age an the clearly lesbians. I am a stunning M2F T Girl with my full, soft shoulder length brunette hair, full, luxurious 32D breasts with their cute, upturned nipples which seemed to harden for every occasion, impossible to believe tiny waist, curvy but athletic hips and tone, muscular legs and a 10 inch thick python between them, always discretely and expertly tucked, unless the moment was just right. My brown / green eyes were so piercing that they would bore right through you, if I focused my rapier like mind, but that was not who I truly desired to be.

In my dominatrix sessions with Sasha, I would sometimes daydream about reversing roles, and it would get me off every time. Usually I would close my eyes and fantasize about her putting on a long, thin, squirting dildo which I could deep throat all the way until my chin rested on her pussy, and then would cum as she activated    the squirting mechanism. This is how I learned to cum with my Guardian Mistress with her T Girl clit in my mouth or deep in my throat as I learned to masturbate  in those early training sessions.

As for me, in this new college, I often fantasized about a particular posse of girls I suspected of being lesbians, or at least by, with one or two of them clearly M2F T Girls like myself. My fantasies centered around being forced into submission an turned into a girl toy, but I just could not get the attention of the specific girls in which I was interested, that is, until I came up with a brilliant plan.

I decided that the best way to break into the specific group of lesbian girls was to start acting like a stuck up, rich, spoiled bitch, who would go out of her way to belittle and embarrass them in class, to provoke them, to push them into action to force a confrontation in which I would delight in being the faux reluctant beautiful girl toy who would be forced into submission.

With my quick wit and sharp mind, I  found it an easy task to intellectually corner the girls, and present an air of sophistication that the others did not possess. What they did not know, was my secret desire to be dominated by them, forced into submission and turned into a girl toy, fuck doll. Similar to what Sasha had become for me, and, in fact, it was as a result of the domininatrix submissive sessions with Sasha that I began to realize my true nature as a latent submissive.

The plan was risky, for if my protagonist role did not motivate the girls into action, I would just be known as a stuck up rich bitch, but I could not crack the code to become friends with the girls I targeted without the bold approach.

The primary focus of my desires, and fantasies, was Monique. At nearly nineteen, Monique was one of the oldest girls in the Freshman class with me. Monique was tall, slim and quite good-looking, striking, even, , with dark brunette hair that fell straight from a center-parting to below her shoulders, although her sharp nose and angular cheekbones made her appear more sultry and sexy than conventionally pretty. She was also very fit and strong – not surprising in a girl who enjoyed everything to do with sports or athletics, and who for nearly all year had been the very successful captain of the school’s Freshman woman’s lacrosse and hockey teams. Most of the girls in her class knew or suspected, as did many of the professors , that Monique was a confirmed and active lesbian – but she was generally discrete about her tastes and kept her pussy-hunting within her posse of close friend within the “Rose” community, a secret society of FemDoms and their female harems, all designated by the color of rose they had achieved.

Monique also usually did not go after the other Freshman girls, rather fancying the upper class girls who were into the Rose community lifestyle. The slightly older girls were a bit more willing to do nasty things and Monique enjoyed dominating them, taking them down nasty sexual pathways they would never have found without her.

White Rose girls were Mistresses, Mistresses in Training or full FemDoms at the highest level within the Rose Community. They commanded the respect, loyalty an most importantly, the obedience of the lower Red Rose and Pink Rose girls who were their sex slaves for all practical purposes. Red Rose girls were experienced, beautiful, semi-submissive and willing to obey any command of any White Rose girl. The White Rose girls particularly enjoyed playing with the Red Rose girls who were known for their willingness to engage in any guided sex play, with the experience of a giving lesbian partner. Pink Rose girls were at the lower level in the Rose community and were initiates into the world of lesbian and T girl sex play. Essentially, Pink Rose girls were fuck toys who did whatever, whenever they were commanded by White or Red Rose girls to do. Often, the more nasty sessions were with Pink Rose girls. . Pink Rose girls were very attractive, often strikingly beautiful with the occasional diamond, willing to perform the nastiest, sexiest, most depraved sex acts all upon command. The Pink Rose girls were often the prey of the Red Rose girls who enjoyed practicing on them what the White Rose girls made them do, and then some. Only the best of the best Pink Rose girls were elevated to red Rose status after their apprenticeship period which could take a year or two. Then, only the best of the best of the best made it past the Red Rose status to the White rose level. Once initiated, Pink rose girls would get a tattoo of an outline of a rose bud right at the top of their ass crack, only to be filled in with white color once they achieved White Rose Status.  

Monique had been initiated into the Rose community and the luscious sexual opportunities within when she had just turned 19 by her field hockey coach, Sandra Givens, a beautiful 26 year old who could pass for 18 in the right outfit. Long, lean, muscular legs, tiny waist, broad shoulders, full 38D breasts, an flowing blonde hair were just a few of her better features. For those few who knew her intimately, they would know that her best feature was her massive T Girl clit which engorged to 10 long inches and almost 3 inches in diameter, when fully aroused.

On that eventful initiation day, Monique was asked to show up in Coach Givens Office to model the new prototype field hockey team uniform, to arrive with just her silky, short robe on as she would need to try out the latest, most athletically advanced uniforms being consider for the field woman hockey team.

Monique took her time after classes that specific birthday, lingering in the warm shower for quite some time as she carefully shaved everywhere, making particularly sure that her pussy was bald and silky smooth, her rose bud star was neatly groomed. Monique took advantage of the private shower facilities for college athletes at the university, making sure to give herself a dozen thorough deep anal cleansings to guarantee that she was ready for whatever Coach Givens might have in mind, other than testing out the uniforms. She took great pleasure in her ritual of injecting a full load of coconut oil deep into her ass for lubrication of what may come. After a spritz of her sexiest perfume, Monique put on her short, silky robe and walked over to her coach’s office, nipples stiffening in the near open air outfit along the way. By the time she knocked on Coach Given’s office door, her pussy was getting wet and she was having difficulty keeping her star clinched to keep in the coconut oil, wondering if she had made a mistake by not wearing panties.

A bit naive, but very willing, Monique arrived in time to read the note Sandra had left for her on a pile of experimental team uniforms on Sandra’s desk. The packaging labeled the uniforms as for Training and discipline. Monique had a quizzical look on her face when she read the label and tore open the packaging.  Discipline? Monique was intrigued.

Monique was to put on the under garments and then the top and matching athletic skirt, along with the hair band , socks and shoes. Monique was quite intrigued as she fumbled with the garments in the college colors. She started with the panties after shrugging off her silky robe. For a moment, Monique was standing completely nude in her Coach’s office. It was exhilarating and she felt a little nervous, like being in a restricted area, naked and vulnerable.

The panties were hot pink, low cut, boy short style, size XX small, sheer, but made of very durable elastic material, with a cut out section for her pussy and rose bud star. Monique struggled to slide up the tiny garment over her fit, muscular legs, but once she got it over her hips, it seemed to snug into place, with her thighs fitting snuggly into the leg sleeves, squeezing and accentuating the space at the inside top of her thighs, just below her pussy, creating a perfect heart shape with her pussy lips, slit and thigh gap. . The fabric was so perfectly edged that Monique could barely feel the seem at the edge of the panties, especially the edges near her pussy lips which were quickly becoming engorged as they protruded out of the cutout section. The garment molded perfectly to her hips and had a beautiful slimming effect for even Monique’s svelte frame. Monique noticed that the panties quickly warmed to her body and became a skin tight, contoured fit to her svelte tiny waist and firm ass. The panties had a deep back seam which seemed to allow the panties to individually cradle, lift and separate each of her ass cheeks, and when pulled snuggly into place, allowed her glistening pussy lips to protrude through the lower front opening which was cut just high enough to expose her female clit. The lower back opening allowed her star to be open to the air and she marveled at how sexy the simple athletic panties made her feel.

She found a full length mirror on the back of the office door and walked over to frame her gorgeous body in the reflection.  She even turned away from the mirror, bend over and spread her legs so she could see her pussy and star It made her even wetter. With a quick, playful, hard slap to her own beautiful ass, she moved to pick up the athletic bra.

Immediately after the playful slap, she noticed a hot tingling / stinging sensation where her hand landed its blow on her right ass cheek. She walked back to the mirror, turned away an looked over her shoulder. There was a clearly visible hand print on the fabric of the panties where she landed the blow and her ass cheek under the hand print was hot to the touch. She walked back to the packing materials and read the tag she had ripped off the garment before putting it on. Apparently, the material incorporated Pezo technology and sudden, violent in pacts and compression pressure on the fabric had the effect of creating an electrical charge which would heat the skin underneath and send mini-jolts of electricity to the affected skin area. 

Monique returned to the mirror, turn away again, looked over her shoulder and used her other hand to slap her other ass cheek, this time really hard, As she watched, the fabric again clearly marked her hand print and the heat and tingling / prickly sensation on her affected skin was immediate. It really turned her on to see the hand prints on her ass and feel the prickly sensation under the fabric. She wondered what it would be like to be spanked for a prolong period of time with the panties on, a thought which caused her now protruding pussy lips to become even wetter with her glistening love juices.

the color matching hot pink athletic bra was just a quarter cup style, made of the same impact reactive durable sheer elastic material as her panties and she wondered if it was going to be big enough to capture her 32D breasts. The athletic bra had the effect, when coaxed into place, to push up and out her beautiful ample breasts, just barely covering her stiffening nipples. Once in place, she glanced over at the full length mirror an just smiled at the lovely, beautiful young woman looking back at her. She pinched her left nipple hard with her thumb and index finger to see if the material had the same effect as her panties, and it did. Immediately, her nipple registered a heating sensation and was stimulated by a minor jolt of electricity. She smiled a wicked grin with the possibilities.

The teal colored with white trim long sleeve top featured athletic numbers on the left breast and on the back right shoulder. It was a high crew neck, skin tight fitted crop top style the bottom of which had hooks to insert into eyelets on the athletic bra. The material had two conical shaped sleeves of sorts for her to insert her breasts and the semi-sheer fabric allowed some of the cleavage shadowing to show through. The top seemed to work with the athletic bra to lift, separate and accentuate her beautiful breasts once they were shoved into their individual sleeves and positioned correctly to create the desired cleavage effect. The athletic number over her left breast and back was a stylized number 69, which made her smile at the thought of being in the sex position with her coach. The top did nothing to hide the outline of her hot pink athletic bra underneath and both the athletic bra and top did nothing to hide or suppress the shape of her hard nipples, especially the one she tweaked with her nipple pinch, still hot and tingly. The long sleeve arms of the top allowed the muscular definition of Monique’s arms to show through, but gave something of a satin glove effect with her entire mid section exposed.

The teal color matched athletic, pleated skirt was very small and the top half of it in the back had crisscrossing laces in hidden eyelets which acted as a corset around her tiny waist. After working the laces through the hidden eyelets for several minutes, Monique was able to cinch her waist down to an amazingly small 20 inches without any muffin effect, further highlighting her hour glass figure with no fat anywhere. The skirt was long enough to cover everything, until Monique would bend over or lift up her arms. She modeled in front of the mirror by turning away from the mirror, bending over and assuming several stretching poses. In her ;legs spread, back straight, head down pose, she noticed that her star was completely visible just under the hem of the skirt, and when facing the mirror, assuming the legs spread, hands up pose, her glistening protruding pussy lips were also visible, which only got her cunt juices flowing more. The skirt had the same stylized athletic number 69 on the left front hem and the pleats spread as the skirt flowed over her hips to highlight more her figure with the now cinched corset like waist band. Monique felt beautiful and if this was part of the functionality of the uniform, then it was working.

The sheer socks were made of the same impact reactive durable, sheer elastic material and seem impossibly small. With effort, she was able to pull them all the way to her upper thighs and they stayed perfectly in place with a rubber strip along the upper edge. They were white, just like the trim of the rest of the uniform which was a mixture of pinks and teals. The stockings allowed the muscular shape of her thighs and calves to stand out. Monique concluded that they seemed more like thigh high stockings than socks, and figured that the compression effect of the elastic felt nice and functional. She slapped her right thigh to test the miracle fabric again and was rewarded with a hot, prickly sensation under her hand print which was clearly visible on her thigh. More intriguing, solacious thoughts came to mind as the impact areas of her breasts, back side and legs offered some sexy possibilities for her as she knew she was something of a pain slut in certain circumstances with the right one.

Monique stared at the hair band for a long while. It had two loops and one was labeled neck, the other hair. When Monique put the black hair band on, it looked more like a sexy collar around her neck with the matching stylized athletic number 69 showing, with a loop in the back for a pony tail to sit high on her head. Monique looked at herself in the full length mirror behind the door in the coach’s office after she put her hair in a high, tight ponytail.

She was awe struck at the beautiful creature in the mirror. She looked stunning in the uniform. More like a stripper than the captain of her hockey team, but she liked what she saw ,and began tracing the athletic number “69” on her left breast, causing her nipples to swell and harden again.

The shoes were definitely not part of the on field athletic gear, maybe an after game accessory. The shoes were 5 inch wedge style sandals which wrapped around her calves and caused her feet to look like she was almost on her toes, but gave her great support. Once strapped on, the shoes made her feel so much taller, her legs so much longer, creating a gorgeous look to her muscular legs. 

She was admiring herself in the new uniform, if you could call it that, when coach givens arrived. Monique’s image in the mirror was replaced by Sandra’s in her cute tight yoga pants accentuating her perfect athletic legs and ass, her sports bra/top which highlighted her 38D breasts and six pack abs and straight blonde shoulder length hair, when the door opened. Monique was startled just a bit, caught in a day dream fantasy of what she looked like in the sexy uniform.

Sandra looked Monique up and down as she entered the room. Monique at 5 feet 8 inches tall and all of 119 pounds of pure muscle was quite the site.

“I see that you found the new uniform sample.” Sandra said matter of flatly.

Sandra slowly closed the door. She admired her team captain, and the cute, tight sexy outfit was causing her clit to swell in its well tucked thong gaff. Sandra focused on Monique’s bare tiny cinched midsection, long legs, jutting breasts, nipples clearly hard and noticeable, with a choker style neck band and the cutest high, tight pony tail on top of her head. Sandra thought she looked so beautiful that she almost had second thoughts about her birthday gift experience and plans for Monique.

“Let’s see how well you put the prototype uniform on, shall we? Sandra said in a clinical tone.

“turn around,” Sandra said as she first inspected the corset like closing mechanism of the skirt. 

“Looks like you missed a few eyelets. Tisk, tisk. I might have to punish you for failing to thread the laces correctly.” Sandra said in a playful, but firm voice. â€œgrab the pull up bar over hear so I can fix the lacing.”

Monique moved under the pull up bar and on her new 5 inch heels, she could just grab the bar. Monique was completely stretched and her tiny waist looked even smaller. Sandra worked on relacing the skirt and cinched it hard. Monique gasped a little at the final tug and when finished, Sandra had pulled the skirt to a figure enhancing 18 inches in diameter. The fabric was so soft and Monique was so trim that there was no muffin effect over the top of the tightly cinched corset style skirt. When Monique dropped her arms, she displayed a mesmerizing hour glass figure the likes of which Sandra had never seen before.

“that should do, now let’s look at the placement of the top.” Sandra said as she reached up to the connection point of the top and the back of the sports bra. “These are too hard to affix by the user, the one thing I did not like about this design.” Sandra said as she hooked the tabs of the top hem into the eyelets on the back of the athletic bra, making a type of integrated garment.

“Did you hook all of the tabs into the bra in front?” Sandra asked with Monique facing away from her.

“yes, I think so, but you should double check.” Monique said as she backed into her Coach.

Sandra snaked her arms under Monique armpits and confirmed that all the hooks were affixed properly to the athletic bra. â€œNow lets check the proper placement of your girls.” Sandra said as if talking about others in the room when referring to Monique’s magnificent breasts. 

Sandra cradled Monique’s breasts, one in each hand. She pushed and pulled Monique’s breasts so that they repositioned in the fabric so that the conical shaped parts of the top were now perfectly matching Monique’s breasts, and a more robust cleavage was visible through the semi-sheer fabric. 

“Now, how are the athletic shorts fitting?” Sandra asked of no one. She pulled her arms back through Monique’s arm pits and with her left hand lifted up the back of Monique’s skirt, the right hand beginning to caress and fondle Monique’s pert, firm athletic ass. Sandra traced a finger along the seems of the panties and this created a crop of goose bumps along Monique’s nearby flesh. When Sandra’s traced down to the inside seem, she encountered the cutout and used her full hand to cup Monique’s protruding pussy lips and anal star. She felt the moistness on her fingers and was pleased. She stopped the inspection at Monique’s clit which she gave a light pinch and rub, making Monique squirm and wiggle. Taking this as a good sign of Monique’s submission, Sandra slid two fingers between Monique’s slippery lips and found a honey like wetness that was just delightful to experience.

“the shorts are a perfect fit.” Sandra said as she spun Monique around to face her, holding up her two dripping fingers. 

“Now, where did I put that athletic towel?” Sandra asked hypothetically with a sly smile on her lips. â€œWhat will I do to clean off my fingers”

Without saying anything, and being mesmerized by Sandra’s wiggling fingers with her cunt juices all over them, Monique grabbed Sandra’s wrist and gently guided them to her mouth. â€œMaybe I can help.” Monique said in a soft whisper as she extended her long tongue and flicked and licked Sandra’s fingers before inserting them entirely into her mouth for a complete cleaning. Once she had fondled Sandra’s fingers with her tongue and was sure her cunt juices were no longer on her coach’s fingers, she pulled the fingers out of her mouth and sucked hard to create a popping sound when they finally were pulled all the way out.

“Is that better?” Monique whispered in a sheepish, blushing manner.

“Good, very good girl. Nice improvisation. I do expect a lot from you and am please to see that you are assuming your responsibilities well.” Sandra whispered back in a sexy voice.

Sandra spun Monique in a full circle and stopped her when she was facing her again, taking the opportunity to look her up and down with lust filled eyes. “Nice, Very nice. What do you think about the overall fit?”

Monique took a few seconds to collect herself as she had blushed brightly when Coach Givens caught her looking at herself in the full length mirror, and somehow blushed even more when her coach was softly, but firmly manipulating her breasts and cunt lips.

“well, um, I think it is a perfect, tight, fit, but I do have some questions.” 

Sandra just raised an eyebrow and leaned back against the closed door, secretly locking it with a dead bolt. They were alone and Sandra wanted it to stay that way.

“Questions?” Sandra finally responded.

“yes, the panties seem to be missing some parts, and the bra does not add much lateral support. Can you show me how they are supposed to work?” Monique asked in a shy, demure voice. Monique knew that Coach Givens was a lesbian, reinforced by the light finger fucking she just received, and she secretly had a crush on her, but could never show it. In her office, in the cute uniform, all alone, Monique decided to test the boundaries a bit further and play the part of the Dum girl who needs to be shown what to do just to see if she could spark her coach into a more active Mistress role.

Sandra pushed off the wall an walked to Monique, stopping just inches from her front, nipples to nipples, their breasts almost touching, both sets of nipples hard, erect and showing through their tops. Sandra reached up and cupped Monique’s breasts and whispered: “the bra works with the top in an integrated supportive manner while stimulating blood flow to your pectoral and latissimus  Muscles to increase performance. As she said the words, she stared directly straight ahead into Monique’s eyes as they were now the same height with Monique in the 5 inch wedge sandals.

“Let me demonstrate the patented lateral stability of the combination of the athletic bra and top now that they are hooked together. Put your hands behind your head and interlace your fingers, keeping your elbows back as far as you can.” Monique complied immediately, not even sure why, but the commanding voice of her coach was hard to resist. When Monique pulled her elbows back, her breasts were pushed out and her back arched a little, leaving completely exposed her breasts which were lifted with the movement, nipples pointing up from her pert , firm breasts. 

“Like this coach.” Monique asked in what might have been mistaken for a baby voice.

“yes” Sandra said licking her lips and closing the distance between them, nipples now touching.

Sandra, locking her eyes with Monique’s, lifted her hands to Monique’s breasts, circled her nipples lining them up with her own so that the nipples nuzzled each other for a second, and then moved back to grip each of Monique’s nipples with her thumb and forefinger. The grip was soft and gentle at first, and then harder and harder until Sandra forced a silent “oh shit” from Monique’s lips. 

Monique hissed in a deep breath between her clinched teeth. The heat was activated and little jolts of electricity were now stimulating her nipples. 

“Want to see how it works?” Coach givens said with a sly smile on her face. Not waiting for a response, Sandra began pulling hard on Monique’s nipples, tugging her full breasts from side to side, never losing eye contact, and never releasing her very tight grip on her nipples. Sandra continued this for a few minutes, jiggling, wiggling, pulling and swaying her breasts around, and at the end of the sequence, Sandra released Monique’s nipples. Monique’s breasts were in perfect position on the bra, right where they started. When Sandra let go of Monique’s nipples and the blood rushed back to them, Monique let out a short, soft squeal and closed her eyes to savor the pleasure / pain. Still feeling the tingly sensation of the electricity stimulating each nipple, Monique was in a trance.

“See. Perfect lateral support while allowing blood flow to all the correct muscle sets.” Sandra said in a sexy voice.

Monique, who loved nipple play, wanted more.

Coach, can you do that again, I want to try out another athletic move to see how the bra and top perform?” Monique asked in her best baby girl voice

Sandra was melting with excitement and her gaff was straining to keep her python tucked.

“sure, we need to make certain the fabric will offer all the support you will need, right?, don’t we.” Sandra again reached up, cupped Monique’s breasts, lifted them, and again used her thumb an forefinger to put a vice grip on Monique’s protruding nipples which were well stimulated and quite hard.  The grip reactivated the electrical jolts, increasing the heat on Monique’s nipples. 

Another hiss in by Monique, and maybe a little bit of a moan this time as the grip was harder, the electrical jolts stronger, and the heat sensation hotter.

Monique, never losing eye contact with Sandra and never releasing her fingers from behind her head, said: “Please hold on as I want to see what the uniform can do.” At this, Monique began a sexy, slow, stripper like dance, moving her shoulders in and out, making small circling hip gyrations, at times dropping down by bending her knees to increase the pulling pressure on her nipples. At one point, Monique leaned back and the only thing keeping her upright was the pull on her nipples by her coach who was sporting a huge smile on her face. 

Monique closed her eyes for a second to endure a searing pain in her nipples and then reopened them just in time to lock with Sandra to engage in her last move. She wrapped one leg around Sandra’s waist, engaged in a head throw back movement. With her hands behind her head, the weight balance was a bit off and in the 5 inch unfamiliar shoes, Monique slipped with her one leg on the ground. The effect was that Monique dropped and fell back, quickly wrapping her other leg around Sandra as she was now at Sandra’s mercy. When Monique’s full upper body weight fell back, she was only being held up by the iron grip Sandra had on her nipples before her abdominal core muscles could engage and attempt a sit up with her legs now wrapped around Sandra’s waist. . The grip was so tight, Monique could hear little crackling noises from her nipples as the fabric conducted more electricity. To her credit, Monique never released her hands, never lost eye contact and only let out a quick whimper when the full effect of the nipple pull was felt, quivering and shaking as Sandra pulled harder to keep her from falling backwards.

Sandra, stunned by the move and mis-step, pulled Monique up by her nipples and what she saw in Monique’s eyes made her knees week. Monique was shaking from a nipple orgasm and it was quite evident as Sandra could feel her lap fill with the squirting cum from Monique’s pussy. 

Monique loved nipple play, but had never had an orgasm from it, ever . She was a bit shocked, and pleased and loving it all at the same time. Sandra, finally, realizing what had happened, released her grip on the now super hot nipples and wrapped her arms around Monique’s back to better support her. As she pulled Monique up into a hug, she could hear Monique in a faint whisper say: â€œHoly fuck, what was that, and can we do it again!!” in a panting voice.

Monique released her hands from behind her head and wrapped them around Sandra’s neck, leaned in an brought her lips to Sandra’s, just grazing them with a kiss as she said: “Thanks coach, thanks for catching me.”

It was all Sandra could do not to plunge into this beautiful creature’s mouth with her wet, demanding tongue, but all in good time.

“You are welcome, my pet, I will be here for you, whenever you need support.” Sandra whispered back, there lips so close that they were touching as Sandra spoke the words.

Sandra finally leaned in and whispered in Monique’s ear: â€œSeems like the uniform performed perfectly in the heat of the moment , don’t you think?”

Monique was speechless, and just nodded, biting her lower lip in lustful anticipation of what was to come, still jolting occasionally with orgasm aftershocks .

Monique finally squeaked out in a demure voice: “thanks again, and sorry for the mess,” looking down between them at Sandra’s soaked yoga pants and expose mid-section, now flooded with Monique’s cum squirt. 

 â€œI can clean those if you take them off.” Monique offered with a hopeful tone in her voice, shyly looking down and feeling a little embarrassed.

“yes, I will take these off and yes, you did make a mess. I now have two things for which I need to punish you.” Sandra said with a playful, but wicked tone. 

Monique, now more composed and ready for more, purred: “As for the panties, can you demonstrate their performance features?” Monique finally asked in a shy, sexy kitten like voice. “We have not explored the benefits of the cut out section yet.” 

Sandra responded in a soft, sexy voice, knowing that she was losing control and feeling her clit straining against her thong gaff. “Well, um, yes, the panties. They have several advanced ventilation features to not only keep you cool on hot days, but to allow for assistive stretching by massage therapists. Let me show you. Turn away from me, spread your legs, bend over, keep your back straight, legs straight and stretch your T Bands.” Sandra said in a more commanding White Rose level girl voice trying to compose and contain her excitement.

Monique complied, felt her coach’s hand under her skirt, cupping her moist and nearly dripping pussy. When she bent over deeply at the waist, back straight, she lost her balance on the 5 inch platform shoes an partially fell forwards, away from Sandra. Acting quickly, Sandra caught Monique by plunging her thumb into Monique’s anal star and two fingers into her pussy, holding her like a six pack of beer, and pulling her backwards. â€œDon’t worry, I’ve got you my pet.” Sandra whispered as Monique swung her head around at the intimate encounter, blushing a bit more at how wet her pussy and anal star were.

The coach put her left hand on the small of Monique’s back to get her to continue stretching, while supporting her with her right hand with the three fingers deep in her holes.

Without saying anything further, Sandra began to stabilize her star athlete as she stretched deeply just with her fingers buried into her two fuck holes. 

Sandra began to twist her fingers inside Monique and said: “See how the stretching effect can be more pronounced with the internal manipulation?” Monique’s only response was to bend over further an moan more loudly.

“Yes, yes, I see the benefits of the panties now. Let me try another stretch move, keep your fingers where they are.” Monique purred.

Monique lifted her upper torso and pivoted her left hip and raised her left leg until it was resting on the coach’s left shoulder. Doing almost the standing splits, Monique said: â€œNow use that rotational manipulation again to see if it will allow me to stretch further.” Monique said this while batting her beautiful eyes at her sexy coach and leaning into her raised leg.

Sandra could not believe her luck. She immediately pushed her thumb as deep as it would go into Monique’s star, noticing the slippery coconut oil lubrication on her finger, and jammed all four of her other fingers as deep as they would go into Monique’s wet and now gaping pussy stretched open in the standing split stance.

Monique just locked eyes and moaned, nodding with her head for the coach to continue.

Sandra started pumping her fingers in and out of Monique’s fuck holes and when Sandra’s full hand was buried in her pussy as far as it would go with her thumb in her ass, Monique had an instantaneous orgasm, her mouth in an “O” shape with nothing coming out as she silently screamed.

“Now breathe through the stretch baby, breathe for me now.” Sandra commanded as she noticed that the orgasm in the standing splits position had pushed all the air out of Monique’s lungs.

“Oh, fuck yes, yes, fuck yes, I so totally understand the performance features of the panties now, Oh my god, yes, and the stretch was so deep, so thorough, I have never stretched like that before in my life.” Emphasizing the word stretch as code speak for her orgasm. More cunt juice squirted out of Monique’s pussy onto her Coach’s yoga pants and Sandra just smiled.

Once Monique stopped shaking, she removed her leg from Sandra’s shoulder to stand up straight, and Sandra withdrew her fingers from Monique’s ass and pussy. With her fingers dripping again, Sandra offered them up to Monique to see if she would be a good girl and be willing to get a little nasty.

Monique looked at Sandra’s fingers and without anything needing to be said, leaned in and started to suck each of the four fingers, one at a time, and then all four at once to show just how willing she was to open herself up to her coach. Then she took Sandra’s hand and extended her tongue to lick her thumb with ass juices and coconut oil like a ice cream cone, before engulfing the entire thumb deep in her mouth to suck it clean. Monique just gave her coach’s thumb a mini blow job for 60 seconds as she played with it in her mouth with her tongue.

Sandra then returned to their prior conversation and withdrew her thumb from Monique’s obviously talented mouth. â€œSpeaking about punishment, weren’t you late to practice yesterday by over an hour?” Sandra said as she raised an eye brow at Monique.

“Well, um, yes, sort of. I had to get the permission slips from the College medical facility for our game in Canada next week and it took longer than expected. The medical staff had me wait for an hour and 40 minutes for the paperwork.

Monique did not know what else to say, regaining eye contact with her mentor. Monique steadied herself on her 5 inch shoes, reached for an athletic towel and wiped up between her legs under her skirt . There was copious amounts of love juice still trickling out of her cunt and her nipples still felt as if they were on fire.

‘yes, I do believe you were 100 minutes late to practice. Together with your miss-ques on putting on the uniform and I would say that you have 100 bits of punishment coming. Tell me, what would you like to do 100 times to make it up to me?” Sandra said in a low, commanding, sultry voice.

Monique who loved to be spanked found this opportunity to be a perfect transition moment.

“Well, um, if you want, but you don’t have to, but, um, if you like, you could spank me for being so bad.” Again in that baby voice Monique had perfected.

With that said, Monique, took a step over to Sandra’s desk and put her palms on it, straightened her back and legs, spreading her feet to shoulder width and looked back over her shoulder to see if the idea she had planted took root with her coach.

Sandra thought to herself, what a cunning little vixen.

“Well, yes, a spanking would be in order, and 100 spanks would be around the correct number of punishment units. Just so happens that I have just the thing to help out.” With that, Sandra walked over to the wall and removed the coat rack which had two motorcycle handles on it, a padded surface and two circular devices below the two handles. Monique had seen the coat rack many, many times, but now that it was shoved onto the desk in front of her, she, for the first time, noticed that it was not really a coat rack at all, but just doubled as one. It seemed to be a gripping pad with soft material to protect one’s elbows and the grippy motorcycle grips to hold on tight, but what were the circular devices under the handles.

“Grab the handles and put your elbows on the pads.” Sandra softly, but firmly commanded, transitioning into her Mistress persona.

 â€œ..and what are these for….?” Monique asked in a quizzical tone gesturing to the circular devices.

“You’ll see.” Was Sandra’s only response. â€œNow grip the handles and put your elbows on the pad.”

Unbeknownst to Monique, Sandra had also grabbed an eye shade used for certain balance exercises and before Monique knew what happened, the blindfold was up and over her head, softly caressing her eye sockets and putting her into a complete blind sensation state.

Sandra had anticipated her response and with a firm hand on Monique’s lower back preventing her from moving at all, Sandra purred into Monique’s ear, be a good girl and prepare for your punishment. Arch your back, stick that cute ass up in the air, and spread your feet a little further apart. And as for these circular things, you will get the idea soon enough.” 

Monique felt Sandra’s hand move up to between her shoulders and push down. Monique accommodated the pressure, spread her elbows more and felt her nipples graze the circular devices on the gripping pad.

Sandra pushed a button and the circular devices opened up like a multi-sided iris, leaving a hole right in the middle. Sandra guided Monique’s left nipple to the hole, still hot to the touch and still rock hard with excitement , and still showing through the fabric of the bra and skin tight top. Sandra guided the nipple into the open hole and with another press of a button, the iris closed right on Monique’s left nipple and it elicited a quick inhale of breath from Monique who knew not to scream out. Sandra moved to the other side, pressed the open button, positioned Monique’s right nipple and repeated the procedure of clamping the nipple into place. 

Monique was panting with pain and pleasure, but still not saying anything despite the searing hot, electricity flowing through her nipples. Sandra thought she heard a “Holy fuck!” from Monique in a barely audible voice, but ignored it.

Monique, now blinded, was waiting for the next thing, anything, and she lurched forward when Sandra lifted her skirt to expose her cute, firm tight ass. Monique let out a whimper when she Feld her lurch stretch her tortured nipples. 

“I would not move if I were you my pet. Stay perfectly still and say nothing but the number of the punishment, do you understand?”

“yes, Mistress”

Sandra was pleased with the ease of submission Monique was demonstrating, and was pleased to see the remnants of two hand prints on Monique’s ass cheeks from where Monique had slapped herself earlier.

Sandra could have used her tough hands to administer the spanking, but why, when she had such a lovely assortment of paddles for just this purpose. She selected a slightly curved leather padded paddle which had some weight to it, but was small enough to get in between Monique’s ass cheeks in her cute hot pink panties. She slapped it on her hand a few times near Monique’s head just to give her the full audible treatment before beginning. 

The first crack of the paddle took Monique by surprise, of course with the blindfold, and the impact area immediately turned bright red. Sandra was not sure if the crackle of the electric charges created by the paddle on the special fabric could be herd over the crack of the paddle itself, and made a mental note to listen carefully the next 99 times.

Monique was stunned into silence and just remained there, bend over, nipples clamped into the gripping pad, legs straight, back arched and skirt pulled up over her tiny waist .

“I guess we will start again at 1 since you failed to count that one.” Sandra said as if administering a vaccination shot to Monique’s ass.

“S, s, sorry Mistress, so, so sorry. I will do better.” Monique panted out, trying to calm herself.

The next 30 minutes involved Sandra taking Monique right to the edge of her pleasure pain threshold many, many time, an yes, Sandra could hear the crackle of the electricity created with each impact. Monique’s ass and upper thighs were beet red, almost glowing in the special fabric and so hot to the touch that every once in a while, Sandra would palm Monique’s ass cheeks in the sleek fabric, marveling at the deep seem between her cheeks, enjoying the warmth of the fabric, and making sure to finger Monique’s dripping pussy and anal star every once in a while to ensure the pleasure component of the experience was not lost.

After 50 paddle whacks, Sandra noticed that Monique had trained herself not to flinch at the crack of the paddle as her nipples were surely hot and under duress anytime she moved at all.

Sandra took the opportunity at the half way mark to pull out one of her favorite anal plugs and walk in front of Monique. 

“Open” was the only command and Monique obeyed without any hesitation. Monique found the large tapered tip of the anal plug with her tongue and helped guide it in as Sandra pushed into her wet mouth.

“I would make love to it with your mouth as it is going in your beautiful ass one way or the other, and with more lube, you will enjoy it more.” Sandra whispered in Monique’s ear as she delicately pushed the 6 inch long, 3 inch wide toy deep into Monique’s small mouth.

Monique struggled at first to accommodate the girth of the toy, but after working her  jaw, she managed like a pro . Within minutes of Monique truly making love to the toy, sucking, licking, lathering it with her mouth juices, Sandra took it out of her mouth and walked around to Monique’s exposed anal star.

“Now relax for me, my pet, just relax your star and let it in.” Sandra purred as she stroked Monique’s red hot ass cheeks. The pointed end of the plug found it’s mark quickly and Sandra expertly guided the rest of it into it’s proper place with Monique giving out a series of whimpers as the largest diameter section of the toy breached her outer sphincter and snap into place.

“Lovely. Very good girl.” Sandra said as she grabbed the end of the plug to push it in, twist it, and make sure it was firmly seated into her submissive’ s beautiful firm ass.

“Now, where were we” Sandra ask without expecting an answer.

“50 Mistress, we were at 50.” Monique offered, making sure not to give Sandra any reason to start over.

The last 20 minutes of expert paddling were intense and Sandra would often plunge one or two fingers into Monique’s exposed cunt at the same time as the paddle strike to mix the pleasure and pain, giving Monique at final count, six pain and G Spot fondled induced orgasms.  After each orgasm, Sandra would gently stroke Monique’s hot ass and purr into her ear, “Good girl. Good girl. You are such a good girl.” Monique would wiggle her ass, spread her legs a vit further apart and say: “Thank you Mistress, may I have another

When Monique finally said “100” and Sandra finished with the paddling, Sandra reached up and pressed both nipple release buttons on the grip pad simultaneously. Monique let out a long, slow breath and just whimpered as the blood rushed back into her sore, hot and electricity tingling nipples which were now free and burning hot, fully stretched and extended from her breasts.

“Stay in that position.” Was the only command.

Sandra had taken off her cum squirted yoga pants long ago and now was pulling off her thong gaff. She sighed as her python of a clit fell between her legs and began to engorge. This is always the best part. The surprise, Sandra thought. How could such a beautiful and athletic woman have such a large clit, but the questions never came at the end when her submissive were all orgasms and smiles.

Sandra felt up Monique’s legs and noticed all the cunt juice which had dribbled out between her protruding pussy lips during the ass paddling and six orgasms. In seconds, Sandra’s clit was rock hard and she was sliding it up and down Monique’s slit to lubricate it for insertion.

Sandra did not believe in the wham, wham thank you man approach, but savored the moment of first contact, the first spreading of the pussy lips, the first feel of slippery friction as her girth would start to stretch the young cunts, and the warmth of the velvety pussys into which she would sink her love pole.

Monique probably thought she was being penetrated with a dildo, but very quickly, she realized that it was the real deal and said: â€œOh My God, Oh My God. Fur real, really, Oh My God. Yes, yes, oh I love it, oh god, yes, I had no idea, Oh, my god it is so huge. Oh yes, take me, oh yes, fuck me with that massive clit. , oh yes, deeper, slowly, more, yes more, deeper.” Monique was a whispering idiot as Sandra plunged deeper and deeper until Sandra’s hips were feeling the red hot fabric of the panties activated by the paddling. She enjoyed the heat and just reached up to cup Monique’s breasts hanging down in the athletic bra and top, to fondle them, caress them and the nipples which were now retracting into place since they were no longer being pulled. Past was the time to torture Monique’s breasts and nipples, and now was the time to love.

Sandra stroked deeply and sensuously into Monique’s wiggling pussy for what seemed like 15 minutes, getting Monique to cum three more times as she stimulated her G Spot with her 10 inch python of a clit.

When she withdrew without Cumming, Monique purred, please yourself my Mistress, do what you wish with me. Let me be your fuck toy, your little slut toy, do with me whatever you wish.

Sandra said nothing, but began to tug at the anal plug and after twisting it, pulling it and rocking it back and forth, it finally came out smelling of coconut oil. Nice, Sandra thought to herself, this girl’s got talent to anticipate the ass fucking.

Sandra withdrew her clit from Monique’s wet, slippery pussy and immediately on the next stroke plunged it into her now gaping asshole. Monique let out a low, guttural moan as Sandra worked her clit deep into Monique’s anal star, making sure to stroke Monique’s ass and lower back with gentle caresses as she bottomed out deep in Monique’s ass, again feeling the hot activated fabric of the panties against her skin as she was jewels deep in to her submissive’ s anal star.

“Good girl to anticipate the ass fucking, and your ass is so well trained!”

“Yes, Mistress, I use a long dildo to train my outer and inner sphincter so that they can accommodate long toys, but yours, yours is so thick.” Another guttural groan from Monique as Sandra bottomed out in her ass.

Another 15 minutes of slow, gentle, but deep ass fucking and Sandra was getting close. She could feel Monique work her outer and inner sphincters to massage her clit as she stroked in and out, marveling at the total athletic ability of her new submissive and her ass play capabilities.

Monique would make small circles with her ass as Sandra would drill into her anal star and each time let out a slow, low moan when Sandra bottomed out deep within her ass, often reaching back between her thighs to cradle and fondle Sandra’s jewels when she was jewels deep and grinding against Monique’s hot ass in the special fabric.

“Such a good girl. Cork screw that ass for me as I drill you, my pet.” Sandra would purr as she gripped Monique’s cinched waist to pull her onto her massive clit. Sandra could almost put her hands entirely around her submissive’ s 18 inch waist in the corset skirt, and it really turned her on to know that this beautiful girl with the most fabulous body she had ever seen was her new play toy.

At each stage of encouragement, Monique would step up her efforts to please her coach. Little cooing sounds, purring sounds, low moans, and the occasional “Like this Mistress, do you like me to wiggle like this when you enter my ass?” Monique was loving the deep penetration and felt the stirring of a building orgasm as Sandra worked her prostrate with every stroke. When Monique could hold it no longer, she let out a deep breath and a little whimper as she began to shake uncontrollably with her first ever anal only orgasm, which elicited another “Good girl,” from Sandra.

Finally when she thought she had only a few more strokes before the point of no return, Sandra rushed in front of Monique and gave the simple command again: “Open.”

Monique could hear her mentor breathing heavier and heavier, knowing that she must be close and hoping that she would be given a treat. She was not disappointed when she smelled the ass juice and coconut oil combination near her nose and immediately opened her mouth to take her prize. Blindfolded and with open mouth, tongue extended, Monique just waited and it gave Sandra great pride in her new submissive.

Monique made love to Sandra’s clit with her lips, tongue, throat, cheeks, hands and head movement. Sandra could simply not last more than 15 deep strokes into Monique’s talented mouth and throat, all the while holding onto her tight, high pony tail to guide her mouth just as she wanted it to take her engorged clit about to explode. Monique must have been practicing on long dildos as her gag reflex was gone and she could take Sandra’s python deep into her throat, tickling her jewels with her active tongue with her nose pushed up into Sandra’s six pack abs. 

Monique could feel the hardening of Sandra’s clit in her mouth, closing her lips around the shaft so as to not spill a drop. Sandra pulled out until just the head of her clit was in Monique’s mouth and Monique took this as a signal to use her hands to stroke the length of Sandra’s clit shaft. Expertly, Monique stroked Sandra’s clit shaft with both hands in a cork screw like fashion and when Sandra finally exploded in Monique’s mouth, it was all Monique could to contain her excitement. She started sucking as hard and as fast as she could and what a load of cum. Spurt after spurt coated the inside of Monique’s inviting mouth and Sandra placed her hands gently around Monique’s throat to feel her swallow each cum load as it filled her willing, wet and now even more slippery mouth.

Sandra let Monique milk her for what seemed like 10 minutes until her erection finally calmed down, which was saying something as Monique’s manipulations and talented mouth seem to keep Sandra hard for longer than Sandra could remember after such a large orgasm.

“Consider yourself a Pink rose girl now, and my personal fuck toy.” Sandra said with pride and joy in her voice.

Monique only nodded her head in appreciation at the conveying of the special status with her tongue reaching out to feel the end of Sandra’s clit slip out of her eager mouth.

Sandra took off Monique’s blindfold and pulled her up to face her. With cum ladened lips, Monique met Sandra in what could only be described as a lover’s kiss of kisses. Long, luxurious kisses in a tight embrace as Sandra felt Monique’s back and hot ass, even her nipples could feel the hot fabric around Monique’s nipples as they kissed. Monique trapped Sandra’s clit between her thighs and rubbed it as they made out, The impact fabric started to heat up, as did Sandra’s clit. It started to engorge again, to Monique’s delight. As Sandra’s clit hardened while they kissed, Monique parted her muscular thighs and allowed the clit to rise to its full potential, pointing upward, right at her pussy, still glistening and getting wetter. 

Without breaking the their kiss, Monique just spread her legs, trapped Sandra’s clit at the apex of her legs and started a seductive circling motion with her hips, allowing Sandra’s hard clit to work its way into Monique’s ready fuck hole. Sandra did not disappoint with a thrust or two forward and then the clit head found its mark. Monique’s eyes widened as the first couple of inches slid in and Monique just rested her forehead on Sandra’s as Sandra pushed forward and up, burying her entire 10 inch clit into the wet, warm folds of Monique’s cunt. Monique responded by wrapping her long legs around Sandra which caused her weight to drop down on Sandra’s clit, forcing the massive pole as deep as it could go into Monique’s willing, wet hole. 

“Now, show me that recovery technique you are always boasting about.” Monique purred into Sandra’s ear as her eyes reopened and her mouth found Sandra’s for another deep kiss as she bathed in the solacious moment of her cunt being so full, so satisfied, and so wet for more. Sandra backed up to her desk, leaned back and smiled as she started to bounce Monique on her lap, each bounce drilling her rock hard clit deep into Monique’s cunt since Sandra had put her arms under Monique’s knees, making sure that Monique’s full weight pushed her down on her clit.

Monique immediately crashed into an orgasm with her female clit rubbing on Sandra’s clit with each stroke, and the head of Sandra’s clit working its way into the deepest regions of Monique’s love tunnel, in places Monique had never experienced any sensation before, but would in the future.

“Yes, yes, yes. I will be your willing good girl, your Pink Rose to do with as you please, Yes, just promise me that you will make me cum another dozen times again soon.” ” Monique panted out as she opened her mouth wider to take more of Sandra’s tongue deep in her willing oral love hole, and wiggled her hips to take Sandra’s clit deeper still in her pussy spasming again with another female clit rubbed induced orgasm.

“Oh, yes, and happy birthday.” Sandra said in between kisses. Monique laughed into Sandra’s mouth as she latched on for another deep tongue session. â€œThank you Mistress for the best birthday present ever.” Foreheads resting on each other, they just continued the lap dance fuck session for another 30 minutes until Sandra’s legs finally gave out, giving Monique another 4 wiggling, squirming, an wonderful orgasms.

Yes, Sandra thought, this is going to be a good year. ,

Over the next several weeks, Monique Quickly learned the finer points of deep throat clit sucking at Coach givens direction. Sandra’s lush clean-shaven clit was so responsive, so hard for her at a moment’s notice, so orgasmic that Monique could not get enough of her, staying on her knees for what seemed like an hour each session giving her coach multiple clit orgasm after orgasm, never letting up, never disobeying, always eager to suck and lick with her tongue, always swallowing and always begging for more. Opening up her pussy, her anal star, doing anything her Coach asked, even anal rimming her wherever whenever Sandra wanted.

Monique enjoyed her regular sex-sessions with Coach Givens , who was beyond hot with her svelte body, muscular legs and arms. Sandra was very experienced in the arts of seducing beautiful college girls, and Monique proved to be easy prey for the dominant woman / sports coach no matter what the coach wanted her to do and with whomever the coach directed.

Many times, Sandra would just sit back and watch as she directed Monique to submit to the two assistant female coaches who loved to engage with Sandra’s new fuck toy.

Over time, Monique elevated to a Red Rose, and then White Rose in Training status, and was oh, so proud of her accomplishment as it gave her status over all other Pink and Red rose level girls in the Rose community. She was the first, and only, Freshman to achieve any White Rose Girl status in the history of the college.

Monique, the young apprentice White rose, as the higher level lesbians were referenced within coach Givens’ pussy posse of lesbian girlfriends, willingly spread her legs wide whenever they wanted to have her, whether it was with their fingers or with strap-on dildos, and whether it was just one of them alone or all three in a wild group orgy – for Monique just loved lesbian lust any way and any time that she could get it, especially when the two assistant coaches would strap on large dildos and join with Coach Givens in a triple penetration of Monique.

However, what Monique enjoyed the most of her White Rose in training status was fucking one of the other beautiful college girls , because in such a dynamic, she could be more dominant and assertive, and plunge deep into their sweet tight holes with the wickedly long and thick strap-on which Coach Givens had given to her as a present at her White Rose ceremony.

Monique was quite adept with seducing the beautiful but timid, college freshman girls. Monique’s athletic exercises meant that she had the agility, strength and stamina to ride a girl really long and hard – to give her a bone-shaking, mind-blowing, multiple-orgasm pussy-blasting. Her three closest friends, Julie, Marci and Alisa, were lesbians as well: Monique had seduced and initiated Julie and Alisa, while Marci had her cherry taken by Coach Sandra who thought Marci was one of the most beautiful girls ever to come to the college. Monique was jealous at first, but when Monique was given her Red, and then White Rose status which allowed her to dominate Marci, who was a Pink Rose status girl, she accepted the attention the White Rose girls gave to Marci, since Marci essentially became her private sex slave when the White rose ladies were not around .

Part 3. Tension between Mandy and Monique and Setting the Mandy Trap.

Initially, I was a little intimidated by Monique , but of course I could never show it or even admit it to myself after I hatched my plan to trick Monique into becoming my Mistress. I loved Monique’s confidence, but had to attack it to break into the Rose community which usually took 6 months, or longer.

Monique had been the  undisputed ‘leader of the freshman class, that is, until I arrived with my amazingly sharp looks, unlimited spending power, and even sharper mind. Monique’s grip on the girls in her pussy posse was becoming slippery, and she needed to do something with me to stop her power slide.

My plan was quickly gaining momentum as rumors started circulating on how sassy I had been acting since I had arrived as a transfer freshman, seemingly challenging Monique’s dominance in all of our shared classes.

So I preened, Monique seethed, and the rest of their class waited in tense and increasingly eager anticipation for me, the seemingly arrogant beautiful, rich teenage bitch to learn a lesson which they thought I richly deserved with my pointed actions. I privately could barely keep my desires private from Monique, but outwardly, I kept up the harassment for weeks.

In private, I would pull up photos of Monique on my tablet, and masturbate with fingers, toys, nipple clips, vibrators, anal plugs, and the rest, all whispering to myself in solo submission to Monique, my secret love.

Finally, after several weeks of mounting tension between me and Monique (during which period Monique took out her frustration through long, sex slave experiences with Marci, Julie and Alisa which involved intense pussy pounding sessions with Monique’s massive strap on dildo, Monique had had enough. She decided to act. She turned over various plans in her mind, savoring the possibilities until she had one that she thought might work to entrap me and force me into sexual submission as a Pink Rose status girl who would become another of her personal sex slaves. .

Monique discussed her ideas with her three lesbian lovers, and they all salivated at the chance to enslave me, especially Julie who also secretly harbored feelings for me as she thought I was the most beautiful girl she had ever met. Monique, Julie, Marci and Alisa all quietly warned the other Pink, Red and White Rose status girls about the plan so that all would be ready when the time came.

My conduct had made sure that I had no friends amongst my college classmate peers, and so no one gave the slightest hint of the trap which awaited me for THAT PARTICULAR Saturday night IN LATE November, just 8 weeks after I had arrived on campus.

At this elite girls-only private college within the university, the student athletes had the privilege not only of staying up for an hour or two longer than the others in the dorm environment on weekend days, but also of the privilege of free access to all facilities within the all-girls college portion of the University campus at all hours.

So it was, that particular Saturday night that Monique had arranged to stage the dorm library room with her Pink and Red Rose girlfriends for what they called the ‘Mandy Trap.”

It was an unusual dark evening in late April that Saturday night, and, after the other freshman girls had hit the lights out hour and left the dorm building library room, the Resident Assistant Cindy, on duty in the library room that night, signed out and left the supervision of the plush library room and facilities to Monique.

The dorm library was very elegant, old world elegant, with a massive fireplace on one wall complete with a white bear skin rug in front of it. Subdued lighting and exquisite fixtures with expensive furniture adorned the room and for all these reasons, it was one of my favorite places to study even though I did not reside in the dorm

Actually, as Cindy was a White Rose status woman on the faculty at the college, Cindy had extracted several sexual favors from Monique for the right to control the library room that Saturday night. Cindy, the sexy twenty-nine year old librarian, got Monique to visit her earlier in the evening to discuss the terms of the sexual surrender. Cindy had taken Monique by the hand into a cubicle in the deserted staff offices and pointed to the carpeted floor in front of her. Monique knew what this meant and immediately assumed the sex slave position before her White Rose Mistress. Blouse open, front bra clasp undone, breasts free, fingers laced together and behind her head, elbows up high and back to her ears, jutting out her perfect, flawless tits, eyes down, sitting back on her heels, knees spread and back arched . “How may I please you Mistress” was Monique’s signal that she was ready for anything. .

Cindy sat in a swivel chair in front of Monique and hiked up her tight mini skirt with one hand, while delicately guiding Monique’s chin to her exposed, clean shaven, warm and moistened pussy under her tight mini-skirt. Monique begged “May I use my hands Mistress?”, and with a nod of Cindy’s head, Monique proceeded to expertly eat out Cindy’s pussy and explore the depths of her cunt with her fingers  until Cindy came hard with a thunderous orgasm, squirting all over Monique’s flushed and beautiful face, neck and tits. In return, Cindy pulled Monique up and forced her to lay across her lap on the chair, making sure that Monique’s breasts were dangling without the bra between Cindy’s legs, and Monique’s cute ass, covered in the short, red tartan mini-skirt, was up and ready for whatever Cindy had in mind. Monique squirmed a little to get into the correct position to have her ass spanked or pussy finger fucked, giggling in delight at the thought of either possibility. .

Cindy pulled Monique’s mini-skirt up around her waist, exposing Monique’s young, smooth, firm ass. Cindy marveled at the athletic girl’s body laying over her knees and felt Monique wiggle with anticipation. Cindy experienced another tingle in her pussy as she contemplated her next move, despite just Cumming moments before.

Monique squealed loudly when Cindy’s right hand slapped hard on her right ass cheek, leaving a red, visible hand print on the firm, tanned flesh. 

“Now be a good girl and cum for me quickly as I need to prepare for my White Rose training session across campus.

Cindy proceeded to stroke Monique’s beautiful hair with her left hand and work two fingers of her right hand into Monique’s exposed and wet pussy. After making sure that Monique was wet enough, Cindy rammed two fingers into the gasping girl’s cunt. Cindy grabbed a fist full of Monique’s hair to keep her in place, to arch her beautiful back, and then really started to finger fuck the athletic beauty, first with just one, then two then three and finally four fingers, Cindy had thought about fisting Monique as part of the sexual favor trade, but did not want any mess as she knew Monique would squirt all over her lap if she fisted her.

After what seemed like 10 minutes, but was probably 1, Cindy pulled her fingers out of Monique’s dripping pussy and could hear an audible moan of displeasure from the girl laying across her lap.

Another loud slap, slap, slap, slap across Monique’s perfect ass, another 4 hand prints, and then Cindy pulled Monique up so Monique was straddling Cindy’s legs. 

Cindy had changed her mind and pulled a towel over her lap as she simply could not resist. Cindy made sure to push Monique’s legs wide apart as she forced the 19 year old to straddle the cute librarian , and then continued finger fucking the young beauty with 2, then three, then four and finally closed her thumb into her palm and whispered salaciously: “Be a good girl and fuck my fist until you take it all.” Cindy loved to fist her fuck toys face to face.

Cindy always loved kissing the girls she fucked, and Monique was one of her favorites. Kissing Monique vigorously, Cindy used her free hand to groped the teenager’s 32D firm perky breasts, and then plunged her fingers into Monique’s cunt with the other, waiting now for Monique to push down hard to take all of Cindy’s fist.

Normally, Monique would have relished a quick lesbian fuck like this, but tonight she was saving her pussy-power for other things. Monique concentrated and with a vigorous push down, relaxed her cunt muscles and impaled herself onto Cindy’s fist, wiggling, squirming and gyrating her hips in a cork screw fashion to work Cindy’s fist into her dripping pussy to get herself off quickly. 

A fun pop song came on the radio in the staff room and Monique started a lap dance, working her hips lower and lower, forcing Cindy’s fist deeper and deeper into her cunt opening.

“Oh fuck Mistress, yes, yes, fuck me with your beautiful fist, oh, fuck yes, it is so big, I am so full, fuck, fuck yes.” Monique panted as she worked her pussy on Cindy’s fist, gyrating to the music.

Monique just gave out a silent cry as the knuckles of Cindy’s fist finally stretched her pussy lips to the limit, penetrating her pussy and giving her a near black out of pain an pleasure at the same time.

Within 60 seconds of Cindy’s fist entering her pussy, Monique was cumming all over Cindy’s fingers and wrist in a squirting orgasm. 

Monique just mouthed “Oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, yes, oh fuck, yes, twist it inside me, yes, deeper, yes, oh fuck yes.” Monique panted with each bounce of her beautiful torso on Cindy’s fist, impaling herself on the wrist and forearm, now covered with her cum squirt juices.

“That is my good girl, always ready to cum for her Mistress.” Cindy gave Monique another long, luscious full French kiss, and gestured for Monique to grab her bicep to steady herself and go for one, final deep penetration. Monique hissed in a full breath, corkscrewed down and took Cindy’s fist, wrist, and most of her forearm  into her wet, slippery and spasming pussy.

“Oh fuck, yes, Mistress, yes.” Monique just squatted there, shaking in a final orgasmic shudder for about 25 seconds. 

“that is my good girl.”

After the rush of the orgasm, Monique slowly lifted herself off Cindy’s fist, pausing as her knuckles emerged from her stretched pussy lips, savoring the feeling,  then gathered herself and attempted to straighten out her appearance. The teenager pulled down her mini-skirt, fastened her bra and straightened her blouse.

Monique explained that it was Mandy Trap time, and with a wink, she was off to set the trap, full of sexual energy after the quick fisting and orgasm.

What Monique did not say is that she was a bit nervous. I had been in her dreams night after night, always her lover in her dreams and always leaving Monique with a wet sheet with her wet dream orgasm afterwards. The themes were always the same: Monique would start out abusing me, but then my willingness, beauty and charm always turned the scene into wanton, mutual lust with me in her arms as we kissed and fucked all night long. Monique tried to shake this thought from her head as she walked to the trap Monique and her pussy posse had set for me, but it was there, just below the surface.

‘Well,’ said the blonde curly-haired Librarian, ‘if you do break Mandy in, let us know – Coach Givens and I would like to have some more rich bitch pussy at our disposal, they’re always so good once they’ve learned that their place is to take orders – in fact, just to take it, anyhow we want to give it to them! Yep, you teach her place, and we’ll make sure she stays in it!’

Monique smiled – this was getting better and better! She almost skipped out of the Library staff facilities , aided on her way by a fond but firm smack on her ass (possibly her best feature) from her Librarian -lover, the thought of me on her mind.

Part 4: Springing The Mandy Trap.

All was going according to Monique’s plan. I was in the dorm library, where I often was on a Saturday night since I had no real friends.

At last, at just after five minutes past eleven, Monique slipped quietly through the doors of the dorm library, and winked at her pussy-posse of Julie, Alisa and Marci, who then strategically repositioned themselves within the library to surround me.  I was aware of them, of course, but barely even lifted my head from the book I was studying.

Monique positioned another girl at the entrance of the library to make sure that no one entered or left the library, and then started to make her move.

For a moment or two, Monique wandered around the Library, glancing at a couple of books in the English literature section in the rear corner of the room. Then, sure that all was quiet and that her beautiful rich bitch tormentor was quite unknowingly at her mercy, she strolled over to the table where I was sitting, as I poured over a large book. Monique leaned forward from the end of the table – the top buttons of her white blouse shirt were still undone from the groping which Cindy had earlier given her tits, and if I had bothered to look sideways I would have seen straight down Monique’s alluring cleavage. Instead, in my well practiced, but faux aloof and snotty way, I completely ignored whoever it was who had had the temerity to intrude on my studies.

‘So, Mandy , working hard again, are you?’ cooed Monique , her lips pursed forwards and her smile and voice just as falsely friendly in tone as the rich bitch’s tone while they were in class together.

I smirked, but then registered that it was Monique who was addressing me, and my heart jumped. Would this be the night? Would I finally live out my fantasy of becoming a girl toy for Monique? What would Monique do when she discovered that I was a trans girl? These thoughts flooded my consciousness, and I just sat there.

“Yes, of course!” I finally replied rather sarcastically, continuing my plan sarcastic theme. Then purposely, to push Monique, added in a patronizing tone: “I’m sure, if you took the trouble to do the work like me, you might do better in class.’

For Monique, This was the last straw – especially the condescending way in which I had placed an emphasis on the word ‘might’, implying that even with hard work Monique was probably too stupid to do well.

Unnoticed by me, , , Monique stiffened and her eyes flashed fire. All her remaining doubts had evaporated – this bitch definitely needed a hard lesson, and now was the time to deliver it – and Monique knew just what she wanted to do! Butterflies in her gut, an lust in her eyes, Monique made her move.

‘Oh!’ replied Monique, , with a bright sharp laugh, ‘I have been learning other things in the evenings – and I think it’s about time that you did too!’

With that, she moved with the lightning speed of her trained athlete’s reflexes. Monique spun away from the table to stand directly behind my chair, and before I even realized that the bigger girl was there, Monique had yanked the chair, and me,, bodily backwards from the table by about four feet.

I was about to splutter a faux outraged protest along the lines of ‘What d’you think you’re doing?!’, but I never got the chance to say it. Monique spun around again, pivoting with the speed and precision of a gymnast, and dropped down to straddle across my lap, trapping my legs between her own well-muscled thighs, and pinning me in place with her heavier weight. I could only manage a squawk, as Monique seized my upper left arm with one hand, and clamped a grip upon my throat with the other. I closed my eyes, grimacing partly due to shock  at the speed of Monique and partly to continue my feigned resistance. 

“what the fuck is going on here?” My voice betrayed me and I gave my first sound of uncertainty and a faint whimper as Monique shook me lightly by the throat, while mocking my helplessness:

Monique took the opportunity to stare into my gorgeous eyes and Monique almost melted for a second. Monique leaned in quickly and bit me on the ear so she could whisper something to me that no one else could hear.

“I love you, I have always loved you ever since I first saw you and your amazing body in that skin tight short red dress on your first day as a transfer student.” Monique bit harder on my ear so I would squeal a little and disguise Monique’s intentions.

“Now, I am going to be a bit rough with you, but know that I do love you and after we finish here, I will make sure to demonstrate my affection for you.” Monique whispered this so no one else could hear. “Call me a bitch if you have feelings for me as well.”

“Bitch! Stop it Delivered with a wink.

In a lower whisper, I continued: â€œOh my love, you have been in my dreams so often I look forward to going to bed so that I can imagine you in my arms, kissing you, making love to you, to. I know you have to punish me and I will be your good girl, your fuck toy for you and your friends, and I do so willingly, but this, I will keep just between us. Let me demonstrate to you my love, my adoration for you, my willingness to do anything for you. Ask me to do anything, and I will comply, but note that I, too, must feign protests so that our secret is save.” With that I bit Monique’s ear back and gave Monique an entire crop of goose bumps on her arms and back. We were mouth to ear and both needed the moment to share the intimacy of lovers shrouded in secrecy so that others would not know of our hidden desires for each other.

I finally broke the pause with a wink and a bold statement: “Fuck you, Bitch! Get off me.”

‘Did you want to say something, bitch? Did ya, huh? You got something to say, yeah?’ Monique winked back and then Monique’s tone turned angrier and darker: ‘You could start by saying sorry, you cunt, you fucking snotty little bitch, fucking smart-ass know-it-all fuckin show-off, yeah! Well, now you’re sure gonna show it all off, oh yeah, you’re gonna give it all up, bitch! Your ass is sure going to be a fucking smart ass once I’m done fucking it!’

I was so excited, I was shaking. This was it, my fantasy realized, but I needed to continue feigning a protest.

I managed a “You can’t do ...” before Monique slapped me across the face, causing me to give a shrill scream and then to fall silent, looking at the older girl in wide-eyed shock.

Monique’s warm weight pressed down on my thighs, and the Head Girl was certainly getting even more aroused from her position of conquest and the fact that her own legs were spread wide open. She used the moment of my sudden silence to release my left arm (as Monique’s grip on my throat was sufficient easily to keep me subdued), and to run her free hand across my chest, feeling the full bumps of the rise of my breasts, and the slightly harder little lumps where my nipples were quickly hardening. Then Monique calmly untied my red silk school tie, unbuttoned my silky soft, custom Laperla white full -sleeve shirt carefully taking off my cuff links, , tugging it out of the waistband of my required, but custom fitted silky tartan plaid uniform skirt and away to each side.

I felt my first taste of delicious, arousing humiliation as Monique gazed down scornfully at my beautiful, round, full tits. The Head Girl gave a contemptuous snort, and flicked her fingers – with sharply painful effect – on my nipples, which had almost no protection from the grey sheer lacey fabric Laperla bra which only quarter covered them.

Monique changed position, moving with such athletic swiftness and grace that I had no chance of gathering my scattered wits and attempting to escape, before Monique had me pinned again. The White Rose Girl was once more standing behind me, and she pulled my shirt down from my shoulders and over the back of the chair, using it partly to trap my tone, tan arms behind me.

“Wait! Please, hold on – stop it, stop it, I tell you! WAIT!!”  I shrilled out in my best surprised voice , my voice ascending an octave at the end, for of course Monique had ignored my instruction – she had not waited at all. Leaning forward, with her straight shoulder-length brown hair brushing across my bare shoulder, Monique reached down my front. Like a homing missile, the White Rose girl hand plunged between my thighs and then jerked backwards, rumpling up the front of my tartan uniform skirt, and smacking Monique’s fingers right against the thin grey, sheer lacey gusset of my Laperla thong gaff panties, right where my pussy should have been, but instead she had slapped my expertly tucked clit. Monique was at first surprised that her assault did not have the intended effect.

. 

“What’s this?” Monique hissed when she discovered that I was an M2f t girl. She felt my clit straining to be released from its bondage in the gaff, and her mind flashed back to her first sexual encounter with coach Givens and the lovely surprise of realizing that her coach was a T Girl with a massive clit. A warmth spread all over Monique with a lust filled desire, even surpassing that which she experienced with her coach.

“Oh, my. Girls. We have ourselves a T Girl. Now this is really going to be fun.” Monique said to no one in particular as she stared at me and my cute breasts now exposed and ready to be tweaked, pinched, tortured, nibbled and fondled

I gave a faux but convincing shriek of surprised protest which was ignored. I tried to twist away, which her much stronger assailant, benefiting also from her position of leverage, easily prevented. I tried to clamp my thighs together to protect my tucked clit, but it was already much too late for that – in fact, the effect of my action was to press Monique’s fingers even more firmly into my gaff, making a real camel toe groove in my panties for the length of my tucked clit. .

Monique laughed, and forcefully rubbed her index finger up and down my tucked clit, feeling it pulse, and try to swell, fingering the outline of my jewels tucked up and in front.

As my eyes searched around the room to see who was watching, I squirmed futilely on the chair, and realized that there was a definite sexual aspect to the assault that was taking place, –that there was something shockingly thrilling about that, as an undercurrent below my automatic surface response of outraged dignity and fear. I gave a few little gasps, and then almost without thinking eased my thighs slightly apart, in the process unavoidably giving Monique even more opportunity. The White rose Girl snorted, and thought to herself with some triumph:

‘Fucking slut! She’s giving it away, her body is anyway, that’s for sure! Little fucking tramp bitch – I knew it, yeah, I knew it!

Monique rubbed the middle two fingers of her hand up and down the neat grey lacey front of my gaff, fingering the material around and along my clit, feeling for the head which was almost buried in my tight anal star.

when Monique at last found her target, I gave a real howl of anguish as my clit head was sharply nipped between Monique’s fingers and pulled out from between my athletic ass cheeks so that it could engorge in front of me. 

Monique marveled at the pace at which my clit swelled to massive proportions ,easily 10 inches long and 2 inches thick. Monique’s mouth started to water as she imagined the possibilities.

Monique mouthed “So beautiful” to me but no one heard it. I winked  back in acknowledgement and then we continued the faux struggle.

‘STOP! AAAGHH – SHIT! STOP, I SAID!! I hollered continuing my faux protest. , feeling aroused in my most intimate and personal of places.

“Stupid bitch!” grunted Monique, her breath hot against my cheek and throat; “I’ll do what I want – and you’ll learn to take it, yeah, you will – and to be fucking grateful for it, too”.

To drive the lesson home, Monique pushed her hand down inside my desperately squirming hips, deep into my panties, ignoring my voluble protests, and then pulled out my jewels under my clit and grabbed both of them, squeezing hard  and twisting them, making me fill my lungs and scream shrilly, loud enough to be heard, albeit faintly, by the girls on guard duty outside the library door. They laughed, for they knew that a cry of that volume could only mean that I was getting my medicine from Monique, good and strong, and that my superior show-off little bitch  persona wasn’t caring for the taste of it, not at all. They high-fived each other in glee, and Julie murmured in praise of her lover, using her special pet name for her:

‘Yoo, Moni, go, babe – go for it, pinch and twist that snotty little bitch’s clit  and jewels until she begs! Yeah, that’s my babe!’

Inside the dorm library, Monique took an iron grip on my long brunette hair and used it to haul me, screeching, back to the heavy hardwood table where I had been working. The shock of the assault had seemingly undermined my will to resist, and I began to melt into the will of my new lover, my Mistress In any event, I knew that I was powerless against the much stronger and more aggressive White Rose Girl. My hope was that no one would hear my faux protests so that my training session would not be interrupted.

I gave a faux desperate wail, which suddenly turned into an even higher pitch when Monique yanked on my beautiful hair. Taking instant advantage of me in my victim’ moment of distraction, Monique had jerked my nearly skin tight, silky smooth tartan mini-skirt above my hips, and then using my hair like a tether rope, had roughly forced me against the corner of the table, so that its sharp point ground painfully right into my clit and jewels,. My face scrunched up in agony, as my thin thong gaff panties gave my massive and hardening CD clit which was now hanging out below the table and becoming engorged with excitement, no protection at all. I squirmed and moaned, but Monique had me pinned mercilessly in place. With a wide gleeful smile – for she knew exactly what effect it would have –

The tough dominant White Rose Girl began to punish my out-thrust ass with hard slaps of her hand, while telling me exactly what she and the rest of the class thought of me. Monique’s sporty fitness gave her plenty of strength, and her passionate secret feelings for me imparted an extra viciousness to every blow. Tears of joy streamed down my face, for I was in silent bliss, but could not reveal it yet . Know one had ever before dared to treat me in such a humiliating way. My body shuddered with the impact of each spank, my firm, athletic ass cheeks barely moving with each impact, but becoming redder and redder as Monique’s forceful hand slaps covered all of my amazingly beautiful ass and upper thighs. 

“Dear God”, I thought, , “I love this so much, what is happening to me? This can’t be getting me off so soon.” I looked back and used a finger to put strands of my hair behind my right ear, in a flirty move with a wink to let Monique know that I was enjoying how rough Monique was, treating my ass.

I wanted to let my secret lover know that her ass spanking was having quite the solacious effect on me, so I started circling my cute ass in time with the rhythm of Monique’s spanks. 

Monique, not wanting to give anything away too soon,  changed tactics. Giving no warning, she suddenly pulled me back by my hair from the impaling corner of the table. Dazed, I tottered on my feet for a second, and would have collapsed but for Monique’s firm grip on both of my upper arms. However, I hardly had the chance to draw a breath, for as soon as I had been spun around 180 degrees so that I was face up on the table, Monique lifted my light frame almost bodily and dumped me across the table. I was slammed down on the hard surface on my back, my head fortunately (or perhaps it was due to Monique’s sportswoman’s judgement of velocity and distance) having its impact cushioned by the large book which I had been reading earlier, but which was now very far from my thoughts.

I was sprawled across the table like a puppet whose strings had been cut. My breath and all of my powers of resistance had been knocked right out of me or so everyone thought. Actually, I was entering into a blissful state of submission where my faux protests might be made, but internally, I was welling up with such lust and erotic tension that I would remember this night for ever. My hard clit was now quite visible as it tented my skirt now that it was free from my gaff. Something Monique had never seen before, and seemed to like. I winked at Monique again and just laid there, wondering what Monique might have planned for me now.

I allowed my arms to flop feebly to each side of my body, not even being raised any more in futile struggles against Monique’s overwhelming dominance. I was utterly conquered territory, and a gleam came into Monique’s eyes as she contemplated the faux vengeance she intended to wreak on the girl who had so arrogantly tried to take her place and make her a laughing stock, but who would, for sure, become her most prized private lover soon.

Monique’s next move was to tug my bra away from my beautiful, full, perky  tits. My breasts were so perfectly formed  and firm that when I was laid on my back they stood out in full contrast with my tiny waist and torso, like they were defying gravity. My Laperla bra’ was a soft strip of lacy grey fabric which barely covered my hardening nipples. Now the bra acted like a shelf to further accentuate my breasts, something that did not miss the attention of Monique.

My designer tartan skirt was then pulled right up above its waistband, baring all of my smooth, hairless clit and  pelvis, with the Laperla thong gaff pulled to the side. Monique was awe struck at the size and girth of my engorging clit. Mouth watering, Monique wanted nothing more than to lean down and start sucking it, making love to it, but that would have to wait.

Finally, Monique seized the cute, matching gaff thong at the crotch, and roughly ripped them down my legs. I jerked at this denuding of my clit which had already sprung into action, being hard, an getting harder, due to my submissive excitement.

I was not sure how things would progress, and actually was beginning to experience some apprehension as to what this fearsome dyke intended to inflict upon my submissive body despite our secret code speak before.

After stripping away my panties, Monique rubbed them over her own wet, oozing pussy and then shoved the vaginal juice covered gaff panties into my mouth. At first, I twisted my head aside and tried to keep my mouth closed, but a sharp pinch of one of my hard nipples soon ended that: as I gave an involuntary squeal, Monique jammed the panties in between my parted full, red lips. I might have tried to spit them out, but Monique shifted her stance and clamped a hand across my throat, pinning me down with an iron grip and a clear threat. Monique leaned close to my face and faux snarled viciously at me to the glee of her pussy posse.

‘Stop your fuckin’ struggling, you nasty little bitch, or you’ll regret it even more, believe me!’

I knew that I was completely over-matched and over-powered, and the last vestiges of any faux attempt to struggle were melting away.  Semi-fearful and blissfully tearful, I surrendered to Monique’s rough dominance and lolled limply on the table-top in a wonderful submissive relinquishment  of my will.

I made no further attempt to remove the soiled thong gaff from my mouth, and instead just savored the taste of Monique’s cunt juices on my tongue, and just looked lustfully at Monique through her perfectly mascaraed eyes for her next move.

I faux whimpered and closed my eyes, but offered no physical resistance when Monique forced my thighs apart, spreading my smooth, legs with thigh high stockings so that my engorged clit and anal star were utterly unprotected. In fact, I even spread my thighs farther than Monique had wanted, in recognition of my submissive state and wanting to demonstrate my submissive nature for her secret lover.

There was no subtlety about what Monique did next – no foreplay, and no warning at all. This was assault – rape, in fact – and as brutal as Monique’s deep seated dominitrix nature could make it. The tall brunette licked the index finger of her right hand once, and then rammed it viciously into my anal star, spearing nearly four inches inside me. With the coconut lube, the finger went in smoothly, but my ass was tight and the rough intrusion snapped my eyes open.  I gave an appalled and agonized lurch upwards, which Monique’s greater strength and the leverage of her position easily contained, while my submissive hoarse scream was muffled by the gagging panties. I was so surprised by the sudden finger-rape that I slumped back again to lie dazed and supine, lifting my knees just a bit to give Monique more access to my love hole, as Monique, with a grim smile of satisfaction on her face, began to pump her finger in and out, roughly and unmercifully ravaging my tight back door passage.

Monique was a little surprised at the coconut oil lube she could smell and feel in my ass, and smiled at the fleeting thought that I had actually prepared for the evening’s rape experience. â€œThis cute bitch must have been preparing for something tonight.”, Monique said to no one in particular. 

My mind wandered with her comment.

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Given the extensive anal training sessions with my Guardian Mistress since I was a very young lady, I was no where near an anal virgin. I had been fucked in my T Girl back door pussy many times before, most recently just last weekend. It was supposed to be a get-a-way adventure with the yoga instructor who would come over to my Guardian Mistress’s Chateau to provide private instruction for her and I on a weekly private session basis.   He had invited me to what he said was a secret yoga retreat for special clients in the mountains a week ago during a long weekend. It was anything but a retreat.  

It turned out that he had invited me up to his mountain resort cabin just to fuck me.  The bate and switch of it all was just dawning on me as we entered the cabin, but he thought that we would be alone and play all weekend long. He had turned out to be all lust and no lover. Within moments of opening the door to the rustic cabin, he had pushed me down on the couch, pulled up my skirt  without permission and despite my “what do you think you are doing” protests, just told me to be a good girl and take it. He fumbled with his pants for way too long so if there was a spontaneous mood, it was broken with me on all fours on the couch.

He then pulled my thong gaff to the side an unceremoniously thrust into my ass like his life depended on it. Good thing I had injected a syringe of coconut oil in my cute anal star that morning, just in case. He ended up lasting 60 seconds after he entered my cute, tight ass. With a typical male grunt, he erupted and filled my ass with his cum. The only memorable aspect of the sex session was that his load was huge, like he had not had sex for a year. Good thing I had brought along an anal plug which I quickly inserted into my anal star to avoid messing up the couch and dripping cum down my legs. I had wanted much, much more over the weekend, and good thing there was a surprise in store for me having nothing to do with him

He and I only had the one private moment of lust when we first arrived at the cabin. Good thing. He was a loser and after that weekend, he was told never to return to the chateau. I ended up with that load in my ass, kept in by the plug, for hours as his wife and daughter surprised him for his birthday just 10 minutes after we had arrived. His birthday? What the fuck.  Since it was his birthday, I just chalked it up to my present to him, a memory he would have of fucking the most beautiful T girl he would ever meet in his cabin for the rest of his life.

Despite the circumstances, the feeling of the slippery creamy love juice in my trunk was erotic, especially when meeting his daughter who wanted to chat. There was no opportunity to break away from the family for hours after they arrived, so I just squirmed with love juice in my trunk, getting to know Karen, his daughter. 

The real surprise, for me,  was Karen. I ended up spending most of my time with her. She was about my same young age. She was gorgeous, a slim, athletic girl with perky, but small tits, long legs, flat tummy, sparkling eyes, a cute face, thick grabbable long hair, a firm ass and a wet pussy.

Once she discovered that I was a T Girl by inadvertently walking in on me in the shared bathroom while I was coming out of the shower, , our sexual adventure  began. She had never even seen a T girl before, but once she saw me naked stepping out of the shower, all freshly groomed, partially erect (thanks to some yummy smelling lavender hair cream rinse),  and smelling of lavender, she could not stop looking at me. 

Like a magnet, she shuffled closer and closer until our lips were just a few centimeters apart. I can still smell her peppermint lip gloss as she closed her eyes, leaned in further without saying anything, and touched her lips to mine . Totally naked, I was at a disadvantage and my clit began to swell as our tongues intertwined and danced with each other, her arms snaking around me to caress my back and pert ass. She was a good kisser, and I liked it, but the doors were not locked and her parents were just down the hall. 

She put her arms around me  to pull me into a full body kiss, but I pushed her back whispering, “Hey, we do not want to be caught here. Slip into my room tonight. I will leave the door unlocked.”  She sighed, took my hands, turned them so they were palms up, kissed each palm and whispered back, “Until tonight.” She was so excited.

All through dinner, she could not wait to get her hands on me. She had never imagined what it would be like to make love to a beautiful T Girl and my clit  when it engorged and slid between her bare legs under her skirt while we kissed in the bathroom,  was the biggest clit or cock she had ever experienced in her young life.   What she really enjoyed about our secret love making sessions was a surprise for me.

She ultimately slip into my room  later that Friday night of the long weekend. She had stolen her mom’s 20cm squirting dildo with strap on harness and had it in a velvet bag. It was so dark when she crept into my room and locked the door, that I did not notice it until she crawled into bed with me. I saw her drop her robe before slipping under the covers and she was fully naked, our smooth bodies intertwining quickly, our lips finding each other urgently, and our tongues desperately struggling for control of the other. After we broke that first sensuous kiss, she told me that she had a surprise, but it would have to wait.

After making out for a while longer, she coaxed me to go down on her to give her a couple of warm-up tongue licking orgasms, squirting all over my face two times. She tasted young, eager and full of lust. I was rock hard after she had put her hand over her own mouth to stifle her moans of ecstasy during the second squirting orgasm which I drew out for over 90 seconds with gentle edging tongue techniques.

After she recovered, she beg me to fuck her with my clit and fuck her I did. We fucked in every position possible and our young, athletic bodies just kept it up for hours. Probably the most passionate position was tits to tits, nipples playing with nipples, tongues dancing and me thrusting jewels deep with my arms behind her knees, my inner elbows holding her knees up an legs fully spread, with my hands on either side of her tiny waist on the bed.   When she took one of my nipples in her mouth and started to suckle after her third or fourth orgasm, I almost lost it right there. What pushed me over the edge was her whispering in my ear: “fuck me Mandy, fill me up, Oh My God, this is so amazing, so fucking amazing.” She came again right then and it pushed me beyond the point of no return and I filled her tight, young pussy up with a huge load of my love juice. We just laid there, in the missionary position, her legs wrapped around my tiny waist, kissing, caressing, loving, feeling my love pole slip around inside her with all the cum oozing out of her pussy and around my clit, dribbling onto her anal star. 

Finally, she said that her pussy was worn out for the night. I had a thought and a sparkle came to my eye. I pulled out and spun her around on the bed. I guided her chin to my deflating clit and nodded for her to taste my cum on my clit. Like an excited kid on Christmas morning, she scooted up, grabbed my clit at the base, opened her young mouth as wide as it could go, with me showing her how to wrap her teeth with her lips to avoid scraping, and took me inside her wet, inviting oral love tunnel. She licked, sucked, and slurped up all the cum. By the time she was finished cleaning off my clit, I was fully aroused again, but did not want to cum in her mouth.

I spun her around again, pushed her toward a pile of pillows, and she collapsed on her tummy with a pillow under her pelvis. Her ass was up in the air and it was just too inviting. I lubed up my fingers with her pussy juices and started to explore her anal star. She roused just a bit, but she was so tired that she did not protest at all when 2, then 3 and finally 4 fingers worked her cute young anal star. She started moving her hips in small circling motions to match her moaning and my finger thrusts  as her freak side emerged. She looked back at me with a gleam in her eye. “yes, please.” Was all she said.

I lubed up the tip of my rock hard clit  by rubbing it up and down her slit which was oozing, and then coaxed her knees apart more, spread her beautiful firm ass cheeks and pushed my clit head inside her. She was an anal verging, or so she said, so I started nice and slow, only pushing a centimeter in at a time with each thrust. Her moans told me all I needed to know about her willingness to be deflowered anally and soon, I was jewels deep in her tight ass.  No way was she an anal virgin, but I let her tell me so. Probably many, many sessions with the large dildo she had in the bag, but I still had not seen it yet and she had secretly hidden it under my bed for the next night’s fun. She was moaning with each forward thrust and started purring when I bend over and teased her back with my hard nipples. It took only 5 minutes of this tight ass fucking with Karen wiggling and purring underneath me before I felt the point of no return again. I just bottomed out in her and let out a soft sigh as I came in a glorious climax. She was wiggling underneath me and it was such a turn on. I think she might even have had an anal orgasm, but who was counting at that point.  I collapsed onto her back and we twisted, with me still deeply buried in her cute, young, tight ass. Sleep came for both of us quickly. 

I do not even remember her leaving my room but she was not there in the morning. Another boring day of hanging around the cabin, another sexually charged secret winking dinner, and then bedtime. 

On Saturday night, she, again, crept into my room when all had gone to bed.  This time, I was waiting for her. As soon as the door closed, we embraced, my naked body pressed against hers, my clit trapped between us, poking her in the tummy, as our lips pressed together. My fingers traced her spine and then cupped her cute, firm, young ass inside the robe she was wearing . A quick shrug and the robe was gone, as was all of her inhibitions.  I walked backwards, kissing her all the time, until we both fell backwards on the bed, giggling and caressing each other as we made out like the teens we were.

We finally broke our kiss and she looked at me deeply. â€œCan we experiment tonight?” She was so cute, so shy, so fucking sexy, how could I say no.

“Sure, what did you have in mind?”

“Something amazing! You’ll see!” was her only response.

She pulled out the bag from under the bed and in the dark, with her back to me, she stepped into the harness, attached the long, veined squirting dildo, filled the large squirting reservoir with a combination of baileys Irish Cream liquor and coconut oil, attached the squirting tube to the reservoir , and then turned around to me. I just smiled and opened my arms to greet her and invite her back to the bed.

“So you want to be a gorgeous T Girl like me, huh? Well I think I can help you with that fantasy!”

This was really close to home for me as my guardian Mistress was a late 20s gorgeous T Girl  with a large clit, maybe a bit larger than the squirting dildo Karen was wearing.  My guardian Mistress had engaged me in hundreds of training sessions to teach me all about sex. Suffice it to say that a real turn on for me is sucking a T Girl’s hard, erect clit and orchestrating my own orgasm with T Girl cum flooding into my mouth. Karen fully embraced this fantasy, and we started out with me on my knees next to the bed, , sucking her long, thin squirting dildo, deep throating it, and working myself into a climax with her activating the squirting mechanism in time with my orgasm. Since she could squirt at will, this was something she could do over and over again, squealing in delight to watch me cum as she deposited load after load of creamy liquor laced coconut  oil into my mouth and throat. Given how lubricating coconut oil is, I found it easier and easier to take the full length of her dildo into my throat and found a new way to excite me into an orgasm, working my slippery tongue on the underside of the dildo while I circle jerked my own clit while I felt cum load after cum load being deposited directly into my tummy down my throat. Heaven.

After I took several loads of Irish Cream laced coconut oil in my mouth, she wanted to try something else, and I knew what she wanted.  The light buzz from the alcohol was fueling my desire to go in all the way with her.

I got onto all fours  on the bed, tossed my silky soft brunette hair back in a flirty move, wiggled my ass an then silently slapped my ass to encourage her. She knee walked up between my feet, guided the tip of the dildo to my anal star, forced a small amount of coconut oil out of the pee hole of the dildo, rubbed it all around my anal star and pushed in. I just love that initial stretching feeling, the surrender, the complete feeling of just being a bitch for someone. I wiggled my hips again and pushed back. She reached around my chest, grabbed a firm breast in each hand and pulled me onto her toy. 

At first, she was tentative, not wanting to hurt me with such a large toy. With all my anal training sessions with my guardian Mistress, I knew I could take more and beg for it I did. After a while, I coaxed her    to push harder, go deeper, squeeze and pull my breasts more. Since she could squirt at will, I got the feeling of being fucked for what was probably 2 full hours, with Karen cumming in my ass over 20 times, the liquor laced coconut oil spilling out of my ass and onto the towel we had spread onto the bed.  I just could not get enough.  I loved the feeling of load after load being dumped deep into me, the squishy feeling of the creamy cum oozing out my anal star as she continued to pump me, and the erotic feeling of the cum dripping onto my jewels. 

She told me that she had researched on the internet the idea of hands free orgasms and wanted to see if she could get me to cum that way. I was all in and shoed her how to move her hips to find my anal G Spot with the tip of her dildo. Once she got the target zoned in, she was relentless and she forced 1, then 2, then 3 anal hands free orgasms out of me, my face buried in a pillow so that my moans of ecstasy did not wake her parents. . She  had brought a small jar with her and each time I  climaxed, she positioned the jar under my clit head to capture my cum. Later we sipped Baileys and cum cocktails, but in the moment, she was an animal,.

She wanted to experiment further so I flipped onto my back, lifted my legs, spread my ass and blew her an air kiss to start again in the new position. She like missionary as we could kiss while she fucked me. I was able to work her pussy G Spot in this position and brought her to 5 or 6 orgasms as she fucked me to another 2 anal G Spot orgasms, our young athletic bodies never letting up, injecting another fake 20 loads of cum into my ass. We were drunk with erotic pleasures and only when we noticed the first hint of sunrise coming through the window, did we wrap things up with her pushing the dildo as deep as she could, activating the squirting mechanism, and kissing me as she whispered “I am cumming inside you bitch, take it, take it deep.”

I had created a monster, a cute, young, full of athletic energy sex monster that I knew I would experience again, sometime.

What I liked about experimenting with Karen was how I could learn to exercise my anal muscles to work her dildos. It was a draw back that I could not get the feedback from an actual cock in my ass and the moans I could elicit from my lover, but it was close. Learning how to grip the shaft with my anal tunnel, internally massage it, allow it past my inner sphincter, work it with my inner sphincter like I was giving it an internal blow job, all to the delight of Karen.   

She ended up at one point during that last night pulling out her largest non-squirting strap on dildo which was very thick, about 8cm in diameter and about 20cm long. With a sly smile on her lips, and a wink, she asked if I could go to the next level with her. I just smiled and kissed her. With this toy, about the thickness of a can of soda,  she really worked my anal star and I got the feeling of being deeply fucked by a large cock, a cock larger than my Guardian Mistresses which was only 6cm in diameter and which I had taken hundreds of time in our sex training sessions.

She motioned me to get back on all fours and proceeded to fuck me with that massive dildo doggy style for a final 20 minutes or a bit more, while we watched the sun rise over the valley. 

I had relaxed my anal star so much after the squirting dildo fuck sessions that I could take this even larger dildo all the way. Karen quietly pushed forward with each thrust until her thighs were pressed up against the back of my ass, giving my breasts affectionate caresses each time she bottomed out deep within me. Heaven. I would circle my ass in a cork screw like manner each time she would pull out and thrust in, giving her a show each time she bottomed out and withdrew. The feeling of her hard nipples tracing random patterns on my back as she ploughed deeply within my anal star, opening me up, stretching my anal star, preparing me for the night with Monique and the other girls, was pure bliss as we shared the baileys laced cum cocktail we had created earlier.  Karen could never know how important she was to me, preparing me, allowing me to experiment  with my anal love tunnel and large dildos.

We ended up in each others arms, swapping creamy cum kisses when her mother woke up and called for her. She barely made it out of my room and into our adjoining bathroom before her mother walked into my room asking how I slept. Having not slept for a moment all night, a massive dildo still lodged up in my anal star under the covers,  tired from the marathon fuck session with her daughter, I just smiled and said that I never seem to get all the sleep I need.

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I snapped back into the moment and seconds later, I gave another deep, low guttural moan for Monique had changed her angle of attack to a more horizontal one – and had inserted her second digit as well. The pair of fingers was luxurious inside my ass.. I was just figuring out how to work my ass motion in concert with Monique’s finger thrusting penetrations, beginning to move my hips in rhythm to the thrusts when I noticed that my nipples were now rock hard, standing proudly up on my breasts, only to be surpassed by the hardness of my clit and I was ever so slightly smiling.

My body began to automatically respond to the physical stimulus, and I lifted up my knees to give Monique full access to my ass.

As I began to register all my sensations, my star began to predictably loosen up in response to the finger fucking. My body was actually matching the rhythm of Monique’s finger-fucking now, with my pelvis humping upwards in an automatic attempt to make the penetrations even more forceful and deeper.

“Look at the slut. She wants it.” Monique sniped as I lifted my knees higher, and pushed my ass onto Monique’s digits.

I gave a deep moan of lustful desire, an wondered if Monique perceived my shocked, yet blissful state. I actually in some lustful daze was enjoying this. My fantasy come true. To be a girl toy to a strong, beautiful lesbian Mistress lover.

I could not ignore the ignition of my sexual arousal, and my moans turned into desperate whimpering gasps of mounting desire.

Monique gave a wild laugh – the gamble was paying off! She had suspected that I might be submissive pussy-fodder, that my apparent disinterest in boys and disinclination for anything with sexual overtones was a self-induced shield to obscure – from myself , as much as anyone else – my actual lesbian orientation. Monique did find me to be quite the sassy little bitch to be a turn-on for her, and in fact that was the cause of much of the trouble between us: I knowingly, and Monique unconsciously, were strongly attracted to each other’s type. Monique had always liked the tomboys with tits, the bright slim girls with trim taut asses – and my was one of the firmest, most perfectly pear shaped asses Monique had ever seen.

I was discovering that my true inner self was to be submissive to the sexual desires of a more powerful woman – someone more developed, with a confident attitude, but most of all someone more powerful, more forceful, someone to command me and use me sexually and take me without mercy ... To make me a girl toy, to be used, fucked, whipped, nipple clipped,  or whatever would please her Mistress.  Yes, my time with Sasha had warped me and all the things she demanded I do to her, I really had wanted someone to do to me.

My thoughts spun inside my head almost hysterically, confusion and certainty chasing each other in ever-decreasing circles: 

Monique added two additional fingers to her fist ram rod into my ass and was plunging all the way to the thumb of her hand with four fingers inside my tight anal star with each stroke, forcibly massaging my anal G Spot, forcing a low moan from deep inside of me with each thrust. She was talented and knew her T Girl anatomy.

‘Oh, God! Oh, yes, yes, yes!’ I mumbled into the soiled panties that were jammed into my mouth, simultaneously both repelled and intrigued by their strong smell and taste. I am absolutely  a pussy-lover .... I cannot get enough of this moment. And then I gave out a surprised gasp.

The yell was the product of Monique having now brought her other hand into play, grabbing my clit with an abrasive circular motion each time her long fingers smacked home into my beautiful ass,. The fingers of her other hand circle jerking my hard, fully engorged clit. The effect was devastating and explosive for me, an experienced T Girl, but one who had never had a proper orgasm forced from her by another girl. I was swept away by the hot flushing sensations radiating from the target zone of Monique’s attack. The juicy thong gaff tumbled from my mouth, disregarded by both me, the convulsing victim and her ruthless assailant, as my thoughts whirled dazedly, and the sexual response of my slim girly body mounted until at last my sudden new self-knowledge became overpowering.

Monique felt electric excitement as she stroked my large, long, thick clit, and rough as she might try to be, she did know exactly where to stimulate me to give me intense pleasure as she fucked my anal star with almost her entire fist.

“Oh, shit, It feels so ... good, EEEEK!!!, ooooohhhh, yes-yes-yes!! OH! mmmmm?... yes oh, please, oh! mmm! mmmmm!! Oh, fuck me! Dear God, fuck me. Just fuck me harder, please, I just need it ... you bitch, Monique, oh, you bitch! you fucking bitch, take me, make me yours, cumming, just fuck me, just fuck me all you want, DO me,! FUCK ME!! I’M GONNA CUM!!!”

This understanding rose to the surface of my conscious mind like a volcanic eruption of hot lesbian lava, burning away in its intense red fire all of my previous assumptions about myself and my sexuality. It took a little longer for me to truly appreciate my submissive, lesbian orientation, for a part of me still tried to explain away my submissiveness  in the situation as the natural response of a terrified victim of a vicious assault. Ironically, this very feeling of being powerless and dominated had a stimulating effect, as my body became more and more aroused by my situation. Within moments of Monique circle jerking my hard, long, thick clit, fingers still massaging my anal G Spot, with my eyes squeezed tightly closed, my body shuddered with a convulsive orgasm, a starburst of intense release which was like nothing I had ever known before – or had even suspected was in the realms of possibility. I was stunned and overwhelmed , so much so that, in combination with the pain inflicted by Monique’s merciless assault and my fear of what else might be in store, I did not notice that Julie had brought a cup up to my beautiful clit to capture all of my cum as it spurt jet, after jet of delicious creamy love juice.. Julie was mesmerized by my clit and just stared at it for a long while as it shot spurt after spurt into the cup. Julie wanted so badly to just clamp her lips on my lovely, beautiful clit and suck the cum out of it, but that would have to wait.

After milking my clit with several squeezing, loving, an sensuous clit pulls, Julie moved the full cup of cum to my lips, , feeding it to me, a finger full at a time.

“that’s a good girl. Suck and lick my cum covered fingers clean, you bitch.” Julie said as her eyes sparkled with delight at being so close to me, one she considered to be the most beautiful girl she had ever experienced so close.

I instinctively, and almost unconsciously, savored each cum coated finger Julie slid into my wet, eager mouth, making sure to lock eyes with the gorgeous Julie, eagerly sucking the cum off and flicking her finger with my tongue. Julie repeated the process until all of the cum had been licked from her fingers, and then offered the entire cup to me to lick clean. Not even understanding the full implications of my actions, I lifted my head off the desk, searching for the cup with my fully extended tongue, lapping up the cum with my long, slender tongue from the cup until there was none left.

I then almost passed out, and only several firm slaps on my face from Monique kept me conscious.

“strap her up Julie, Make it tight. I want to play with this clit for a long time.” 

Julie knew exactly what Monique wanted, and, in fact, had a clit ring in her pocket as she was expecting to enjoy the services of a lower level Pink Rose T Girl later that evening. Julie pulled out the clit ring, lovingly lifted my mostly still hard clit, giving it a soft stroke or two, and encircled the base of my clit and jewels with a Pink T Girl logoed soft leather strap with it’s patented locking mechanism. Julie made sure when she closed and tightened the clit ring, It was very firmly in place and even then, gave it an extra tug to get one more click out of the strap ratcheting mechanism.  The strap was very soft leather and while some clit rings are abrasive and pinching, this one felt like velvet. The effect was immediate. My clit began to swell like it was being inflated with a hydraulic pump. In fact, it was, and the sight was exciting to watch. In just 60 seconds, my clit was fully engorged again, and ballooning to its largest proportions. Julie traced her finger around the sensitive under head flesh and I shuddered with the electric shock like feeling of her soft finger tip tracing random patterns on my clit head as it ballooned to its maximum proportions.

Monique gave a grunt of satisfaction at Julie’s manipulations, but pushed her back with a look. Her agenda was still far from fulfilled. She stroked her fingers around my anal star , scooping up ass fluids on her fingertips and then tasting them judiciously. Not bad, she thought to herself, the fucking little bitch doesn’t taste too bad. I cannot wait to get her alone. I love the coconut oil taste. Yum.

To my further shock – for she had hoped now to be released – Monique reinserted her four fingers into my anal star, and resumed her ass-pumping, although slower and less frenetically. The White Rose Girl added a new twist, quite literally, for she reached upwards with her middle finger and found my anal G spot again. Caressing and rubbing my anal g spot. Monique rotated it from side to side, in synchronization with her renewed finger-fucking of my ass with her other fingers. This treatment had a sure and swift effect – within less than a minute, I wailed in mingled terror and ecstasy, as my slim body spasmed in a second climax, even more powerful than the first, with no one touching my thick, long, throbbing clit which was twitching and bobbing on my flat, tone stomach. . Julie, again, quickly rushed up with a cup and captured shot after shot of my cum. Julie took much longer with her loving milking strokes of my pretty clit this time, making sure that the cup had all the cum it could. Julie just continued milking my clit until Monique cleared her throat in obvious annoyance at Julie’s lust for me. Julie finally surprised Monique by moving the cup up to her own lips. I now instinctively lifted up my head, parted my lips, and started exploring for Julie’s fingers with cum to suck. Julie, to the surprise of Monique, , sucked down the entire cum load into her own mouth, and then bend over my face to kiss me with a mouth full of cum. My tongue found Julie’s lips an pushed them open to receive my prize,. Julie allowed the cum to dribble out of her mouth slowly onto my tongue and lips, and I eagerly sucked, licked and seemingly begged for more as I deeply Frenched kissed Julie to access more cum. Julie kept the deep French kiss going for what Monique thought was too long, and with a loud slap on Julie’s firm ass, Julie bowed, and backed off, licking her lips as she returned to her observer position.

Monique released her hold on my throat, for any such threat was no longer needed. She took a moment to unzip my tartan mini-skirt  which had been bunched up at my tiny waist. Monique pulled it down my legs and over my feet, and then she rolled me over onto my stomach. Two sharp jerks stripped away my stockings and shoes, and a quick snap undid the clasp in the back band of my thin grey lacey bra which had been pulled down to push up my breasts. Before I could gather my thoughts or breath, Monique used my thick, brunette hair to haul me her to my feet, and she now propelled me, a completely nude trans teenager,  over to an old-fashioned armchair on the other side of the room. This had been prepared already by Monique’s accomplices, for hidden underneath the large soft cushion which had been placed on its seat were three lengths of strong climbing rope. Monique quite liked light bondage and had practiced several times in sessions with Coach Givens and her circle, and had recently begun practicing herself with the willing Julie and Marci. The chair and the positioning of my body was perfect for bondage play

I simply didn’t know what was happening to me, either in the immediate sense of what sexual degradation her captor intended to inflict upon me next, or in the more profound sense of why I was making no real resistance. That was really the most bewildering thing: why was I not fighting back like a hell-cat to add to the excitement of the moment, to offer up faux protests? why was I just submitting? and, even worse, why was I starting to get so turned on by this, well – lesbian rape was really the only term for it? Yet, I could not pretend that I was not thrilled to her innermost core, a core I had never suspected even to exist – as the engulfing explosions of my orgasms lingered vividly in every fiber of my slender young body. To be honest, I was excited about the thought of being a girl toy, but did not really know what that would entail. I was now finding out, and the mystery was adding fuel to my sexual fire.

So it was this new me, without a struggle, a strangely-subdued and silent beauty who allowed Monique to position me exactly where she had planned. I  was now fully compliant and was made to kneel on the cushion, sideways across the seat of the chair, with my hands braced on its left arm to hold me upright. Swiftly and expertly, Monique wound one of the bondage ropes ten or twelve times around my wrists and between them, also looping it tightly over the strong wooden arm of the chair, so that my hands were tied together and fixed so firmly that it was impossible for me to move them.

As Monique picked up the other two lengths of rope and moved around to my cute ass, I started wiggling my ass at Monique, pushing her to do more, maybe, just maybe, get Monique to spank me again. 

The sexually-charged Monique did not even know how manipulated she was as without even thinking, she did, in fact, start spanking my firm ass cheeks,

Slap, slap, slap, slap, My ass stopped wiggling and started a slow, gentle circling motion, combined with a flirty flip of my hair as I looked over my shoulder with a wink  and a lustful gaze to let Monique know that I was begging for more, and more I would get.

“Hand me the strap”, Monique barked out. 

Marci quickly brought over a long, thick leather strap with a handle on one end, and a ever widening thick, hard leather strap on the other.

So you like your ass spanked, you little bitch. Well, then, take this.” and with that, Monique brought her arm back and swished the leather strap through the air until a thunderous sounding slap erupted from my ass as the leather strap made contact with my right ass cheek.

Slap, slap, slap, slap, Monique’s athletic training allowed her to quickly wind up and deliver blow after blow to my ass which was nicely heating up, red, and glowing redder by the second.  It was glorious.

I was just sucking in air with each blow of the strap, taking the beating like I had been whipped many times before, which was true.  

My mind wandered as the next bite of the leather strap rocked my firm as cheeks.

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As a very young lady T Girl, my guardian Mistress delighted  in providing hands on instruction  while I was home schooled, and whenever I made a mistake, she would point to her lap and I would know what to do. I would pull down my pants or skirt to my feet, lift up my blouse or shirt to my chin, Crawl up on her lap, make sure my breasts with their tiny pea sized nipples were between her thighs, my ass up in the air, back arched, and then with a nod from my guardian Mistress, recite my punishment mantra:

 â€œPlease correct my behavior Mistress. Punish me, help me be a better T Girl for you. Do not stop until you think I have learned my lesson.” I would brace myself with my hands on her leg as she would pull out the training nipple clips affixed to a chain which wound around my neck and connected to an anal hook which she would insert into my tiny anal star. Then, she would use a small leather cat-o-none-tail whip to redden my ass, lower back, upper thighs, and even wrap the whips around my tiny waist and torso to hit my clipped nipples and my then small clit.  The whipping sessions often lasted for 15 full minutes after which my guardian would offer soothing, loving praise of my ability to please her with not screaming out, not struggling, not whimpering, but in fact, asking for mor. It was those formative sessions which got me addicted to whipping play and to this day, my clit twitches when I think about a beautiful woman with a whip, pointing to her lap, knowing what I would do.

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My lust filled haze induced by the ass whipping was delightful. I made sure to moan my approval of Monique’s attention, and gave out a squeal now and again when Monique’s crack of the strap was particularly loud and hard against my ass cheek. .

I finely stopped my ass circling motion and just arched my back, lowered my head in submission,  presented my firm, cute ass up and savored the blissful pain / pleasure feeling of the hot, radiantly glowing flesh of my ass. I was brought back to those sessions with my guardian who, after years of training transformed me into a pain slut, among many other sexual personas, all for her benefit. She could even get me to cum with a perfect ass and clit whipping with the nipple clips connected to the anal hook all connected with the chain around my neck. I was reveling in this memory  as Monique was whipping my ass,  I was entering my pain place, a blissful mind set forged by years of my guardian whipping my developing, perky ass, a place in which the sensation of the whipping would push my sexual arousal higher and higher.

Monique took this as a sign to continue with her plan, softly tracing her fingers over my red, hot ass. , smiling as she noticed goose bumps forming on my very arched lower back.

It was the work of only a moment to use the shorter of the two remaining cords to bind my ankles together, where they projected outwards for about eighteen inches below the right-hand arm of the chair. Finally, Monique took the longest length of rope and tied it tightly six times around each of my legs, mid-way down her thighs, and then wound it between them and fixed it firmly to the right arm of the chair.

“One more rope please”, Monique commanded. Julie quickly delivered another length of rope and backed away to watch her Mistress expertly bind me in a way I had not experienced before. The last rope was wrapped around my slim torso, like a corset, tightly cinched to shrink my tiny waist to an impossible 17 inches in diameter, and then up between and around my breasts at the base. The effect on my tits was mesmerizing and all the girls present leaned in to watch my tits start ballooning out under the pressure. The rope was then wrapped around my neck, and then again around each of my breasts mid way down the length of my breasts, to further push out my nipples, with a loop on my back to act like a set of control reins to pull and guide me.   What a site to behold, with me wiggling in my bonds, not knowing what would be next, but hoping, praying for more.

The result of the bondage was to pin me into complete immobility, with an added demonic touch – for instead of having my legs spread apart, my thighs were almost touching. As Monique had intended, this made my ass stick out at a perfectly fuckable height, with my clit easily accessible from behind when pulled between my legs, while at the same time it compressed my star between my legs so that the effect of any intrusion into my ass would be magnified severalfold. .

Monique admired me, her prisoner. She had a look in her eye like she thought I was a pretty thing once you stripped me of my arrogance, and of my clothes too, of course! The handsome dominant ran her hands over my full, ballooning, and rapidly oversensitive  tits (noting with appreciation and amusement that my nipples were as hard as granite. I moaned at Monique’s touch, in want of further attention to my nipples. Monique continued tracing her finger  down my spine from her neck to the cleft of my ass, and finally she squeezed my reddened ass causing me to shiver and shake as they were so sensitive after the ass whipping.

‘Well, bitch, , now it’s time to really teach you some lessons, really teach you your proper place – as my girl toy!’ declared Monique with a hungry smile.

I gasped with delight, for I had never used the expression ‘girl toy’ with Monique, but here I was, being called a girl toy. My fantasy come true…but what did it mean?

‘Oh, yes, yes! Monique, yes, please – use me, treat me as your girl toy, please, I’m begging you, please – yes more! I can’t, really I can’t wait to have you use me, take me, fuck me!’

Monique laughed harshly, lent forwards and gave a sharp pinch to one of my hard exposed nipples, which elicited a strangled yelp of pain and pleasure from me.

‘You stupid, stupid little cunt’, declared Monique drunk with dominitrix power, , and, to my delight , she added: ‘we’ve hardly started yet, you stupid fucking bitch – that was just a little warm-up, getting you in the mood, as it were!’, and Monique laughed again, delighted by the expression of lust and shocked on my pretty face. What no one else could hear was Monique whispering into my ear while Monique bit her ear again was the faint “I love you.” From Monique’s lips, causing me to shudder in delight.

Then she walked round to stand in front of me, and slowly unbuttoned her white uniform shirt, peeling it away to reveal the fit and svelte body beneath, and the beautiful pert 32D  cup breasts that were encased in a plain and simply-styled black bra. Monique held my gaze for a moment, well aware that I was drinking in the sight of her body, and then she continued with her almost lascivious strip-tease. Leaving the bra in place, Monique unfastened her red tartan uniform skirt and cast it aside to reveal a matching pair of black thong panties. The older girl then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties at each hip, and as she peeled the skimpy garment away from her cunt and down her thighs, she was rewarded by the shaky sigh which escaped my lips at my first sight of Monique’s naked and smooth-shaven pussy.

The Head Girl kept on her bra, her white , regulation color thigh high stockings and her smart 4 inch black stilettos, for she always felt more erotically aroused when she was partly dressed than when she was totally naked. I had fallen silent and was gazing at her saucer-eyed, and the vision of me, a young beautiful submissive girl in lust mood suddenly turned on Monique very much, for slender full-breasted glamour girl types were just what she liked best. With a merry laugh, Monique grasped my chin and French-kissed me, forcing her tongue into my mouth and sweeping it around in a way that I found strangely familiar and pleasant. I hardly knew what response to make to this turn of events, for half of me was in lustful submission, and the other half was exulting in every sexual sensation.   The really terrifying thing was that the exultant part seemed to be winning, pushing me forward to explore the depth of my sexuality!

In the moment that I was distracted by these thoughts, Monique had knelt down and rummaged in a small canvas bag, which had been placed behind the chair when the other preparations were made. When Monique stood up with the item in her hand, my eyes really did bug out, and I started a low hissing sound of amazement, for the dominant dyke was holding what was clearly a grey silicone dildo, lusciously long  at 10 inches , and a merciful 2 inches wide at the base, with a 6 inch thinner curved protrusion at 120 degrees below the base, apparently for insertion into the person wearing it, and to allow for an erection like effect when fully inserted into the wearer.

“Oh, My, oh, my, that is a big one! Not sure it will fit. , dear God please help me, have mercy, Monique please ... Please be gentle, I am yours, all yours, do with me what you want, but please be gentle with my star. I promise I will be a good girl toy, do whatever you wish, anything, but please be gentle. That monster of a clit is more than I think I can take. just don’t hurt me, I will be your good girl toy. Oh! please fuck me, but please be gentle!’ I shrieked in a long faux torrent of terror. Actually, my yoga instructor’s daughter had fucked me with an even larger dildo a couple of weeks before, but I was not going to admit that. My eyes fixed on the dildo like a child fixating on a lollypop in the candy store window.

Monique waited for a moment to see how the site of the thickness of the massive dildo was affecting me, standing in front of me with one hand on her hip and the other holding the dildo and its harness. However, quite soon she lost patience, and a sharp smack across my flush face restored silence.

‘You’ll take it, you fucking little cunt !’ snapped the White Rose Girl; ‘you’ll take it any way I want to make you, and you can scream all you fucking like – no one’s going to hear you, you’re all mine tonight, so you’d better learn to like it, cunt!’

I swallowed and closed my eyes, not knowing what would happen, feeling the comfort of being bound and having no choice in the matter.

Monique stood just inches from my face now, holding the dildo and its harness in her right hand and rubbing the lips of her own labia with her left, as she watched me, with my wide eyes, consider my situation. Then she closed the gap between us, grasping the back of my head and forcing my mouth against her pussy which was wet and fragrant with her love juices since Cindy had just fisted her moments ago.

“Wet me up, you fucking bitch, and wet me good!’ imperiously ordered the dominitrix in training, adding ominously: ‘it’ll go worse for you if you don’t, it’ll take me longer and harder to get off on fucking you, so you’d better eat out my cunt now, you dirty little slut!” I noticed a sly wink and winked back.

With this obvious incentive, I instinctively shuddered at the excitement of my first opportunity to lick the cunt of my fantasy girl friend, my new Mistress.. Monique grabbed a fistful of my silky hair, pulled it up, forcing my head up and mouth open, whereupon Monique rammed her pussy onto my mouth. I knew that I would have to endure whatever Monique dealt out to me, and that I had better comply with her new Mistress’s every command. I began frantically licking around the older girl’s swollen and parted labia, and then dipped my tongue into the hot moist slit between. While it was not my first-ever sampling of female cunt, but it was the most unique and the situation elevated the experience to my best ever cunt licking. Monique’s pussy-juice was heavenly, and I found the textures and tastes to be exotic and strangely fascinating, unique and almost impossible to resist.

Monique grunted in satisfaction as she felt my tongue probe her cunt and clit, and she smiled triumphantly at my vigorous application to her task. As an experiment, she relaxed her hold on my hair, and sure enough I continued my sucking and licking, if anything even more avidly, rather than taking the opportunity to pull away. This evidence that I had a suppressed lesbian side (or maybe was entirely lesbian), and that Monique was forcing it into the open, gave the older girl a rich sensual thrill – and it was this, more than my oral attention , that brought the White Rose Girl with a fountaining rush to a small sharp climax. Monique’s back arched and her hips spasmed, grinding her cunt against my nose and mouth, and my face was suddenly spattered with delicious cum juice I automatically lapped up without thinking about it.

“Not bad, not bad for a first effort”, laughed Monique, ‘and you’ll learn, you’ll get better, don’t worry!’

I might have asked what she meant by that, but decided that silence was golden at the moment. Would there be more such occasions? The thought sent strange shivers down my spine, simultaneously fearful and thrilling ... but the question went unasked, as I bit my lower lip in flirtatious apprehension  for Monique had stepped back a pace, pulled the straps onto her hips, and was slowly inserting the 6 inch curved section into her pussy with a low moan, then buckling the dildo harness around her hips. Once the strap-on was firmly in place, Monique thrust its smooth grey silicone rod almost into my face, exhibiting unequivocally its intimidating length and diameter. I moaned, for I was quite sure that my small tight anal star would love the attention this long, thick dildo would give it.  The toy would be agony, wonderful, blissful agony!

Monique disappeared from my sphere of vision, as she moved round to position herself behind me., straddling my legs. My new Mistress carefully positioned the tip of the dildo in line with my slightly gaping star and then leaned forward over me, her extra inches of height giving her an easy advantage. She rubbed her breasts – still encased in the small neat black bra – against my shoulder-blades, arousing herself while  making me shiver at the sharp pressure of her hard nipples. Monique ran her hands along my flanks, from under my arms down to my outer thighs and then back up again, to take a light but possessive hold of my tiny waist.

Monique paused for a moment, savoring the anticipation of what would come next and relishing my soft sexy whimpering. Then she breathed softly in my ear, “I’m having you, bitch ... you’re all mine, now’, before leaning her whole weight forwards and steadily forcing the dildo to sink deeper and deeper into my squirming ass. Thankfully, for me, the four finger fucking she gve me earlier opened me up enough that the initial penetration was easy, even pleasant. 

So far as my tight bonds would allow, my whole body jumped and lurched in faux protest at the invasion, although it was not as painful as I had feared, in fact, in some ways ... yes, in some ways ... it was quite arousing, as Monique’s four finger fucking had loosened me up quite a bit and the coconut oil lube was doing its job.

I gasped and shuddered as the dildo slid further into my tight little fuck hole, stretching my outer sphincter apart and rasping against the sides of my anal tube. It seemed to trigger nerve-endings that I never knew existed, something to do with the texture of the silicone material, sending pulsating shocks and electric tingles through my pelvis – which began to hump in response as Monique withdrew the silicone phallus and then thrust it back in, repeating this over and over again with steadily increasing speed and forcefulness. I felt luxuriously shamed and salaciously humiliated by my own sexual response, for my ass tunnel had undeniably become extremely wet and loosely open. Amazingly, my usually tight ass was managing to absorb the full length of the silicone dildo, and, although it was stretched in a way that inextricably mingled pain and pleasure, my back door passage loved the sensation, the sense of being so full, so stuffed.  No matter what my training, the initial moments of a large rod in your ass with some sizable amount of diameter, always takes some getting used to in the moment.

My anal star gaped wider and became slick with my secreting fluids, and the long hard silicone dildo began to make a wet sucking sound as it smacked in and out of my gaping ass. Hearing this, a wolfish grin spread across Monique’s sharp features, and the athletic sports-girl stepped up the pace and the power of her thrusts. These still deeper penetrations evoked moaning cries from me, but it was becoming hard, even for me,  to tell whether these were the sounds of distress or of impending climax. My breath began to come in ragged gasps and started to synchronize with the grunts which Monique made every time she slammed her hips forward to impale my ass with the strap-on.

Monique was thoroughly getting off on her hard riding of my attractive T Girl’s trans pussy. The 6 inch curved section inside of Monique was actively rubbing her G Spot and it was getting her off to watch me, the cute, thin trans girl, wiggle and writhe beneath her ,

Monique was sufficiently expert that as she felt her own climax build, she paced her strokes in and out of me to match. The coup de grace was delivered when Monique paused for a long second, holding us both on the cusp, edging both of us, and then rammed viciously hard into me , deeper than ever before, while simultaneously she reached under my chest to grab my tits to pull and squeeze my hard nipples on my ballooning breasts tied up so expertly in the rope.

“Aaaaahhh! Aaaarrgghh! Oh, no, I’m coming, I’M COMING!” I shrieked, as the orgasm swept me away; “fuck me, Monique! Oh, fuck me, HARDER! Fuck me, FUCK ME! I’m coming, oooohhh, I’m coming NOW!”

Julie, having anticipated what was inevitable, and having, for the most part, been staring at my magnificent clit, which had engorged to its largest proportions at the climax of my orgasm,  the entire time, watching it bounce and twitch with each thrust of the massive dildo into my anal star, had lowered herself to her knees, and had tucked her head under my wafer thin waist to capture my clit in her mouth, sure to be able to suck out all of my cum when I erupted. Julie was pleasantly surprised with the volume of cum from me since I had already given her two loads so far. Julie just clamped her lips around my clit head and sucked hard to vacuum out my cum into her waiting mouth. Julie felt spurt after spurt of cum hit the back of her mouth and she really wanted to swallow it, but held off so as not to offend her Mistress Monique. Julie reached up with her delicate fingers and carefully milked my clit to force every last drop of cum out of me as Monique continued to plough the long, thick dildo into my cute, wiggling ass.

My whole body vibrated as I climaxed, and the sensation was a complete revelation for me as I had never cum three times in a row before. Neither the sessions with Sasha, nor her own masturbatory delights had ever hinted that sex could be like this, could utterly blow you away like this! I would have slumped down if the rope restraints had permitted it; as it was, I was sweat-sheened and trembling like a yearling filly that has just been ridden to win a major race.

Monique withdrew the coconut oil -coated dildo from my T Girl Pussy, but I was rapidly disabused of any ideas that my lessons in lesbian sex might be over.  My anal star was gaping, and winking at Monique who relished the sight.

Julie got up from her knees and walked to stand Infront of me, kneeled down, grabbed a fist full of my silky soft, thick brunette hair and pulled up, forcing my mouth open so Julie could kiss and deposit more cum into my mouth. I responded immediately with a passionate French kiss, trying to suck all the cum out of Julie’s mouth, an savoring the sensation,. I loved these short, intimate sessions with Julie and just knew that there would be more, many more opportunities to make love with and to Julie in the future.

Julie so enjoyed the deep kiss, that it took Monique grabbing Julie by the hair and pulling her away to break the bond of lust between Julie and I.

“Don’t worry babe, you will have your chance with the bitch.” Monique hissed at Julie, feeling almost a little jealous.

Monique had not yet come with the toy inside her cunt, and it was now time. Ignoring completely my pleas for a little time to recover, Monique thrust forwards and upwards, again dilating my gaping sphincter and reaming my tightly restricted anal star, stimulating my G Spot at the same time with the other end of the dual dildo. It was harder to work the entire length of the massive dildo into my cute ass, but Monique was not to be deterred, and she braced one foot on the chair for better balance and more powerful leverage. Then she grasped a fist full of my brunette hair, pulled back, and hauled my head up and back, which forced me to arch my back and better present my anal star to Monique at a preferred angle for impalement, so that Monique’s forceful intrusion sank home even further. I shrieked as my inner sphincter anal star succumbed to the pressure and opened up for its new Mistress . Julie, Marci and the other girls marveled at how deep the dildo was going into my ass. At one point, Julie knelt down again to stroke my tight, trim stomach to feel the bulge of the dildo plough deep into me . Julie’s mouth watered again, tasting the remnants of my cum in her mouth and wanted, again, to lock her lips around my still hard clit, hard with the clit ring restricting blood flow out of it. . 

What Julie, and Monique for that matter, had not known, was that I had secretly swallowed two erection sustaining pills when the rape had first started so I knew that I would remain hard for at least the next two hours solid. I hoped that I would be able to play with Julie and return the affection she had shown to me with my clit at some point.

Monique did not stop until all 10 inches of the flexible, but firm dildo was lodged into my star, with Monique’s hips pressed up against my red ass cheeks. Julie felt the head of the dildo bulging in my otherwise flat stomach and felt herself getting wetter and wetter between her legs, day dreaming of me using my own, large, clit, and fucking her with it.

 To savor the moment, Monique leaned down, rested her breasts on my back, and whispered into my ear: “No one has ever been able to take all of it before. Watch out, I might just fall in love with you, my pet and beautiful fuck toy.” Now Monique had just planted the seed with the others and I was turning Monique into an admirer so that their secret heretofore hidden love could surface with less surprise later.

Monique continued: “that is it, baby, you have it all now, and you are all mine now. Feel my toy deep inside you, feel how it spreads your ass for me, feel the joy of being my submissive slut.” Monique triumphally boasted. 

Monique knew what Julie was doing and pulled Julie’s chin to her so that they could kiss in this deepest, most compromising position of their new fuck toy. Julie savored the moment by stroking my clit bobbing up and down with my heart beat with her hand an deeply tongue fucking her Mistress with a deep French kiss.

I was panting with short gasping breaths, but loving it all. â€œyes, yes, Mistress, fuck me, take me, use me. I am all yours, treat me like a girl toy, your personal fuck toy. I want it, I need it, please, I will be such a good girl for you.” I got out between pants. I even wiggled my ass to give Monique some G Spot stimulation with the other end of the dual dildo buried in Monique’s love hole.

Monique continued with her anal rape with a series of short, vicious, jabbing penetrations, exulting in the solacious screams that were wrenched from my throat. Tears of joy poured down my face, partly from the physical pleasure of feeling so full, partly from the sheer humiliation of being used so heedlessly as another girl’s sex object, as if I was worthy of no consideration at all – which, of course, was exactly how Monique regarded her! This feeling of being of no value was utterly alien to me, one who had lived the life of privilege up to this point. I was in conflict with my psychic inner workings.

After all that I had already endured from Monique during this seemingly endless evening, it was sinking in that I would never be the same. I was transitioning, psychologically .  At the moment that Monique burst my anal bud with the heavy silicone rod, something also broke in my psychie never again would I be so arrogant, never again would I be so superior, never again would I try to outshine or embarrass Monique. I was Monique’s now, her fuck toy, her slave, her lover.

It was more than my spirit that Monique broke, for she also sent shockwaves through the subconscious dam that I had built up over the years. the thick wall of denial behind which I had contained every thought and impulse of a lesbian or submissive nature. My guardian  Mistress had drilled into me that being versatile, enjoying both women, men, couples,, even her prized Great Dane once, was a skill which would serve me well as I learned to manipulate others with my sexual prowess.  ,   Indeed, it was actually over-compensation for these (and especially the latter) which had made me into such an insufferably overbearing and arrogant little bitch as I assumed the role of tormentor to Monique, only to get Monique to take control of me. Now there was nothing to hold back my true nature, as my body and my conscious mind both betrayed me with their aroused responses to the abuse and assault that Monique was inflicting upon me.

I slumped forwards to the limited extent that my strict bondage allowed, and moaned in sexual delight at the thought of worshiping Monique. I no longer harbored thoughts of release from her dominance and sexual molestation, but waited in a mental daze for whatever Monique intended. the first of many unmistakable signs of my collapse into passive submission to Monique.

Monique now focused on her own orgasm and with just a dozen or so perfectly placed thrusts which rubbed the dual ended dildo on her G Spot, she came in a full body clinch, which had the effect of pulling my hair and head so far back I could barely breathe. 

Holy shit, you are a good fuck my pet. Yeah, a good fuck. Monique said panting and coming down from her orgasmic high, still mindlessly thrusting the 10 inch dildo about half way in and out of my tight, but now loosened  anal star.

Monique sensed that this was the moment of vulnerability, and she leaned over my back, menace and threat evident in every taut muscle of her lean and poised body. She jerked sharply on my soft, silky hair, pulling my head upwards and back even further, cutting off my air, and stifling my moans of pleasure. With her lips almost next to my right ear, My Mistress hissed:

“So, bitch – have you learned your lesson now, hmm? The lesson is, your clit, mouth, tits and ass all belong to me, for whatever I want and whenever I want them, yeah? Got it, you fuck toy, you sex slave?”

I could only dumbly nod my agreement, and with it, my unconditional surrender. Yet I also felt an undercurrent of strange furtive excitement, actually almost an eagerness to find out what would come next, in my new role as a submissive humble sex-slave to Monique.

This adventure story is continued in Chapter 2: Parts 5 through 8. Please continue reading in the subsequent blog post since this full story was too long for 1 blog post . Kiss, kiss.